Morning light sneaks

through the mini blinds

tip-toeing over the wad

of balled up bedding

swaddling the sleeper.

 

Wake up, sleepy head.

 

The slight rise

And fall

of the comforter

indicates life

burrowed beneath

the blankets.

 

Rise and shine.

 

Groans erupt

from under the covers

the figure curls

into a tight ball.

 

Time to get up.

 

Patience slips away

and blanket tug of war

begins.

 

Move!

 

The rumpled child

emerges,

yawns,

and stumbles toward

the day.

 

 

 

 

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