In the morning, the bed feels just right,

The alarm rings, but I hit snooze with all my might.

I stretch, I roll, then close my eyes,

Letting the day slip by with no goodbyes.

The dishes are waiting, the floor’s a sight,

But moving for them just doesn’t feel right.

A cup of coffee calls my name,

But still, I linger, in this same old game.

The chores are there, giving me a glare,

But I’m too cozy to even care.

The world keeps spinning, work to be done,

But I’m having a nap—I’m winning this one!

I know I should move, get up, and go,

But why rush when I can take it slow?

The day can wait, it’s not a race,

Laziness has found its place.

So, I’ll tackle things tomorrow, I swear,

But today, I’m just too aware.

Of how great it is to take a break,

And leave responsibility for later’s sake!