A crime!
To be assaulted at morn, by suspicious gazing that knocks irritably on my yawning heart  
My soft pillow, my feather bed
My down curtains silently ushering
The sun ray away  
What you saw is yours to see
What you retain is yours to keep
Leave us be  
for with every blink
I feel the roar of armies coming,
I hear the weight of the world lifting
With every blink.
Leave us be, let us sleep
My yawning heart, my soft pillow
My feather bed and me-
No, not now, not my gallant curtain,
Let it dance to keep sane  
my irresistible guest.
Written by wanderer (Faceless)
Author's Note
The transition from a state of sleep to that of regaining consciousness is a battle we night-minded creatures fight every sunrise. That feeling is what I try to convey
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