Some mornings are filled with squinted eyes

Wincing at the cold, ruthless light

Compared to the warm, comforting darkness of sleep

Trying to hide under a blanket that's never

Long enough, thick enough, warm enough

Halfway remembering a song stuck in my head

Like a record needle caught in the same groove

I mutter and mumble the tune and a possibility of lyrics

Although I've misheard so many lyrics I can't trust myself

Legs dangling off the side that I don't remember where I am

I have a knack for not being able to fit the largest mattresses

After the dizziness of nighttime wears off I gain my bearings

My head still rolls and pitches like it's on a boat

I never expected to get seasick lying in my own bed

The breath of a feather could knock me over and it does

Face first into what I hope is a pillow but I don't double check

The catchy song is the only element to keep me awake

I need to know what song it is

I already know but at the same time I don't

If I stuck out my tongue I could see it and know

However my eyes have already been glued shut