Upon my bed I lay
pondering
on what should be done today
starring at the ceiling
I try to find an answer
to this mid-morning question
whispering winds
blow through my cracked window
slowly rising
to a heavy breathing
I tilt my head to check
and see on the dirt covered glass
I see a speck
turning to an abundance
the rising skies dim to darkness
and through my window I can hear
the dreadful noise of
popping balloons in my ear
my semi-dark room
beeps every five minutes
beckoning a reluctant groan
I close my eyes and make a wish
for those dark clouds to
turn of the damn repetitive lights
refusing to acknowledge
my insignificant presence
I find some buds to stuff my ears
my mouth stretches wide
forcing a couple tears
slowly drifting
I decided on my to-do
smirking under the sheets
I do believe I'll go back to sleep



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