Rude Awakening

The dawn brought Monday
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
only I was not  my eyes had barely closed
when sunrise tapped her rosy-fingers
on the window  I turned over
but not to be ignored she ran
those fingers down my spine
hoping I would open at her touch
I curled into a ball  but there was
no escape  I was now awake
whether I liked it or not.
~The H Word~

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