Take not from me the solitude of the morning;
The joy of sleeping an extra half hour.
Leave the shades be, the curtains fallen;
I don’t want to partake in the sun’s power.
Let me sleep a bit more in restful slumber;
My life is chaotic, as such, at best.
Let me lay supine, let me just be recumbent;
Leave me alone, by myself to rest.
The cosiness of the duvet calls to me;
The soft cushions embrace as if in the womb.
Leave me be, let me be in this haven;
It is not yet my hour to awaken.