The  incessant sound of the alarm
Rudely jolts me from my dream.
With an aggravated sigh,
I stumble out of bed
As if in an inebriated stupor.

Feeling against the wall,
Turning on the light,
My eyes are blinded
And I squint to see
the way out.

Procedural tasks
Are followed
As my body acts
Out of habit
While my brain remains
In a murky state.

I trudge roughly down
sixteen steps of stairs
For the relief
Of a warm cup of coffee.
 

As I flood caffeine
Through my bloodstream,
I finally begin
To wake up.