Voice calls at 8am, “are you up yet?”
Mumble and mutter, and turn over
“Are you getting up?”, refrain like a threat
To gentle slide back to sleep under the cover
Of warm pillows and soft, light duvet
“Are you up yet?” Like a buzzing bee flying over
“Yes, yes”, a soft voice calls, with real regret
That the day is ready for her to uncover
Throw back the clothes and pull on the mindset
That sees you up to greet the morning and your lover

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