Viewing 7:15

At 6:15 I stretched beside my bed,
and nearly reached to turn on light and heat.
But then I crawled between the sheets instead,
supine another hour. Now I greet
the sun on rising, and the view is sweet.
I’m starting late on all I planned to do,
but I’m relaxed and sure I will complete
the needful. I don’t leave till half past 2.

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