She was having a beautiful dream
The one that you want to remember
But the primary ingredient for that
Was just about to surrender

She could feel the sheet being dragged
A little slap to daze
Then the splash of water
Right on her face

That surreal magical land
Drowned beneath an ocean
In a blink of an eye
There now stood a demon

The demon who lived with her
The demon who shared her room
She looked like a fairy
Who was about to bring the doom

"Good morning sunshine,"
She said suppressing a yawn
Though her partner had the habit
To rise at stroke of dawn

"It's well past morning
Miss Always Sleepy head
Why do I even wake you?
I never understand."

"Coz you're my lovely friend
You're my only love
No matter how we fight
We could never be those foe

"And look that sun's still orange
Hear those birds still chirping
It's not well past morning
That sun is still rising."

Her friend stood erect
Crossed her hands tight
Tapped the foot hard
That was a scary sight

"Look out that window
Sun's left the horizon
While you're still sprawled here
Without any reason."

And then the lecture went on
Of how colorful are those mornings
How the sun painted their sky
And what scenes she's been missing

Such were her mornings
Always, everyday
But to have such amazing friend
It's a price she was willing to pay

To have that best friend in the world...
The most beautiful person in this world...