YawnDrifting round a starry sky, as I sleep and dream.
Floating 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.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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