When asked I will say
I am firmly against early rising.
It shows a weakness of resolve,
And a marked disrespect
For the eight hours spent
Masterfully rumpling sheets
In my sleep.
Except when You come home.
Then, I raise early,
Make coffee, read quietly,
And listen to my house,
As it suddenly becomes Home again.
All the sleepy breaths,
And slow heartbeats,
Together.
Playing my favourite song.
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