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Toby Armstrong YawnFloating about a wispy cloud, weightless it would seem. Till my alarm clock shrieks out BEEEP in the early day Ripped from the sky back into bed, where I lay. Body awake mind still asleep, I open just one eye. I’m in my room tucked in my bed, not the starry sky? Half awake I try and stand, but fall back into bed. Drunk off dreams, not yet awake deep inside my head. A zombie of the morning, disgruntled by the light. If only it were still just ten o’ clock last night. Instead it’s time to wake, a challenge every time. Why does school start early, it should start at half past nine. |
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