early to rise

when you were young
you could sleep
until noon.
but now
you wake up at
the first sliver
of light
eeking through
the blinds, into
the room.
you close your eyes
trying to go
back to sleep,
but it's
impossible.
you are wide awake
and it's
barely six
a.m.
your dog rolls
over and stares
you, shaking his
head, he looks
at the clock
on the dresser,
wraps his
paw around
the meaty bone
treat he saved
from yesterday,
then burrows deeper
into the blankets.