Waking Up on the Wrong Side of the Bed
Sometimes I
wake up on
the wrong
side of
the bed.
I sit there
with my
feet on
the floor,
staring at
the dresser.
Sometimes I
wake up on
the wrong
side of
the bed.
I sit there
with my
feet on
the floor,
staring at
the dresser.
Filed under poems & short jabs