the alarm screams at me,
gone are the sleep induced dreams-
Coffee is on my mind as the covers are thrown back.
I feel very catish doing my feline stretch-
you know the one where you slowly move limbs
and arc your back, aligning all the vertebrates.
The sound of the..."SNAP" brings instant euphoria.
Slipping into my blue fuzzy slippers
I head to that place where my sanity is restored-
Whiffs of coffee tease my nose happily-
and as I turn the corner into the kitchen,
following that well worn path across the linoleum-
I realize it's Saturday and head back to bed.