This appeared in issue one of The Yarn in print, so now we're online only let's have a blast from the past...pleased to say it's still pretty warm at the moment!
I mumble and turn slowly,
The shrill blast of the alarm begins.
On auto-pilot, across the room,
A hand slams down, is it mine?
It's still dark, is the time correct?
The cold and her icy fingers creep
Across the whole room,
Gently getting ever closer, a creepy caress.
With one giant leap,
A feat of strength, with all it takes,
The body stretches to get up, it's me,
Another day begins in earnest
