sunday morning

I want to sleep in, like I did
when I was younger.
to lounge around in the big wide
bed
and snooze for another hour,
but no.
i'm too awake, too up, too
ready to start the day
with a cold cold shower and a
cup of coffee.
there's the phone, on the charger,
the books i'm halfway through
into on the nightstand.
the remotes to the tv.
the sun is in the window.
I hear people on the street.
I get up and get to it.
the day awaits.