Sensation
Slowly, softly, sweetly, I open my eyes,
The sweet rays of the morning's sun, shine on me.
As soon as they hit my face, I feel a warm sensation.
I lay there, not wanting to stir.
Oh how lovely this day shall be,
The sun shines brightly to prove my theory.
As I lie there, I listen to all the sounds of
The world opening its eyes to a new day as well.
I think of how wonderful it would be to just lie there and never get up.
Then I realize why this sensation is new to me,
And why I don't remember the sun's rays waking me up...
I'm Late for school!
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