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...
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