A 14-hour slumber feels great
I've slept in late and taken a large chunk out of my day off. The fact that the sun is down before I've even clothed myself is discouraging, and the dreary rainfall outside makes me want to just loaf around in my boxer shorts all evening. However, I am determined to make full use of every sweet conscious moment of winter break, and I must be on my way. I will leave you with a morbid series of words that I thought up earlier.
The female mantis beheads her mate when the deed is done; I'm waiting awake in your bed for a similar fate as the sun creeps up and bends through your blinds, and melts down your wall, and gently pulls your eyelids back, when you will stretch, yawn, and attack. My thoughts are all collected in a line, and as I die my life will play before me at incredible speeds. I'll see: my birth; my birthdays all in sequence; my first lie; my first kiss; last goodbyes; and good times with old friends, up through last night when we first met at the bar and stumbled numbly to your car. I don't remember what we did, but I will never forget, and the sheets don't fib in the morning; you'd bleach them real good if they did, and they know it.
The female mantis beheads her mate when the deed is done; I'm waiting awake in your bed for a similar fate as the sun creeps up and bends through your blinds, and melts down your wall, and gently pulls your eyelids back, when you will stretch, yawn, and attack. My thoughts are all collected in a line, and as I die my life will play before me at incredible speeds. I'll see: my birth; my birthdays all in sequence; my first lie; my first kiss; last goodbyes; and good times with old friends, up through last night when we first met at the bar and stumbled numbly to your car. I don't remember what we did, but I will never forget, and the sheets don't fib in the morning; you'd bleach them real good if they did, and they know it.