Waking Up

A poem about waking up...an Ochtfochlach style poem. Inspired by a contest

My dreams fade, and I know it’s time to rise,
but I’m not ready to leave this haven of mine.
Cozy and warm, it's the most peaceful place I find.
My peaceful haven fast becoming a memory.
Eyes still closed, I plant both feet on the ground;
refusing to open them, I flounder around.
Angrily wishing I could go and lay back down.
Stretching, telling myself don't be so bitchy.

Word count:75
Line count: 8