the start of the day, in spite of my desire to stay in bed, languid and content

in the night
a street light
pokes through the window shroud

and I might
stay right
here if I'm allowed

feel the form
under soft and warm
waffled cloth in my hand

head on arm
the dog alarm
rises, stretches, stands

I don't want to get up

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