Chocolate brown eyes glare at the early moring sun

Hair a mess; a nest atop of her 

She streches ans yawns and falls back 

Wriggling around in bed a fuss is made 

Let her sleep, o let her sleep 

Just a few more minutes 

sleep is all she seeks 

sheets at her feet 

She trips and crawls 

A look in the mirror shows a horror 

The faucet drips freezing water

More awake her face glows bright as the sun

Shes a perfect mess