Morning Routine
Soft and vibrant static, the noises my alarm presents to me.
Eyes barely open, I can already feel myself craving the caffeine.
So many channels to choose from to watch the news,
unfortunately some stories end up giving me the blues.
An hour has already passed, time to workout,
then off to work I go, with this day already well thought out!
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