let's sleep in

at seven
in the morning
she wakes
you up, shaking your
shoulder, hey, she
says, hey, let's sleep
in today.
I was sleeping, you
tell her. well go
back to sleep, i'll
go make some coffee
and get the paper
off the porch.
you turn over with
your grumpy face,
still swollen
with sleep, misshapened
by dreams
and slumber. that's
not sleeping in,
you tell her,
reaching for the pillow
to put over your head.
that's lying in bed
awake. whatever, she
says. hungry?
I could make some
pancakes too.