My Morning

I rose early with a headache

Almost 7:30, and it feels like time just started

My hair tied in a bun, which felt kind of strained

Not sure if I'll work later, but why should I even worry about it

Maybe a few small equations will do, number 34, 40, 47, wow, I'm through

Now I'll listen to some music, Ariana Grande, Chris Tomlin, Hillsong United, and Diggy too

I sit and wait while drinking a cup of coffee, stuck in the moment while cuddling with Mr. Kitty

This poem may sound a little ridiculous, but this describes my morning with a little bit of rhymy words




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