Something simple

After the fiasco of yesterday and struggling to come up with something to write about, today I'm doing something a little different, I'm going to write a simple poem.

I don't want to get up

It's 6 AM, I want to sleep,
I've laid in bed, I've counted sheep,
I'm wrapped up in all of my sheets.
I don't want to get up.

The time is now 10 past 7.
All these warm blankets feel like heaven.
I think I'll sleep untill 11.
I don't want to get up.

At 8 O'clock people stir,
Outside I hear an engine purr,
Everything is still a blur,
I don't want to get up.

It's 9 now, the sun is out
Out in the streets people shout,
There's people moving all about,
I don't want to get up.

At 10 I'm still in my room,
Curtain's drawn to keep the gloom,
It's times for me to get up soon,
But, I don't want to get up.

11 now, still in my bed,
My dreams are hazy in my head,
My stomach asks to be fed,
I guess it's time to get up.