The Snooze Button

{A poem about our morning routine (or should I say, my disruption of it...)} 

We’ll wake up at 8:30, he turns and says to me
Goodnight love, you sleep well,
Soon, morning it will be

As spoons, we lay and snuggle, fighting off the cold
In this way I hope we’ll lie,
Long after we get old

Come daylight when the sound comes,
Curled up in his arms,
Pulling close, I try my luck:

‘Press snooze on that alarm.’


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