Citrus aroma on smooth, hairless skin.

My legs are bare and they turn and twist.

I feel the cool caress of the sheets I’m in,

Tugging down my sleeves below my wrists.

I hear the rustling of polyester and open my eyes,

Blinking at the soft beams of sun

My heart says it’s too early and I’ve still got time!

Alas, the clock says it’s time to run

I stretch out my toes and begin to sit up,

Pull aside my messy braid.

I smell coffee in the air and desire a cup,

Everything behind me is wrinkled from where I laid.

I glance forlornly at my pillow once more,

Smoothing down the soft blue spread.

Down the hall I pad, some coffee to pour,

All the while, still missing my bed.