The sun becomes too much to bear.
"Face it," You whisper into my ear, "we can't sleep all day."
Yeah, because sleeping was on my list of things to do for today.
To motivate me, you open the curtains, and it's bright.
I groan; think to myself, "At least I'm up after the sun."
What kind of life would I live if I had to be awake before the sun?
What kind of life would I live if you weren't there to wake me up every morning?
Excellent...great to know you are keeping up with your poetry :-) Sounds great!
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