The phone barks far too soon,
critically reminding
“It’s 6 a.m., and you need a shower.”
I stubbornly remain in bed for exactly 10 minutes,
proving to my alarm that it holds only subjected power.
Soap and steam,
eyes still puffy–
I try to recall my dream,
as it slowly becomes fuzzy.
Coverstick, foundation, mascera,the quandry of eyeliner
and a sip of coffee–
so is my daily morning routine.
Staring at my clothes,
I ask them who I should be.
“Such a foolish question,” they retort.
“As always, be a Queen!”
Tilt my head to the side,
pulling on my shirt or skirt or both–
the mirror smiles with a wink….
though sometimes she shrugs with a sigh.
Either way the clock dictates it’s time to say good-bye.
Grab your shoes and your purse,
the traffic will only get worse.
Get to work and see how the day ticks quickly to noon,
and realize that 6 a.m. comes far too soon.
Clever Girl 