On the Job
It was four a.m. when the alarm rang.
And three pillows started to fall.
Two silly eyes squinted and checked the clock.
One angry poke then everything stopped.
A decision must be made-
So, he stretched those legs and sat down.
He thought about his king-size bed:
“My pillows were big and squishy,
The blankets were incredibly comfy,
Just for today, just for today...”
And at last, he made up his mind.
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fadingpolaris
Hey there! 🌟 High school me turned to writing short stories and poems for kicks, and it's been a love affair ever since. At present, I'm a special education teacher, guiding an amazing bunch of diverse kiddos. I channel my romantic soul into my poetry, often inspired by people close to me or just good old self-reflection. Love is my muse, I guess. I'd love for you to dive into my world of words and can't wait to experience your poetry too! Let's connect and get inspired together! 😊 Yey!
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