Cinderella Is Way Past Her Bedtime

I am free styling this poem it is late and I have to get up and start this process all over again.    
 
Hitting my alarm button to Barry Manilow's song Mandy at 4:30am..rolling out my bed, stark naked... stepping in my pair of Fila sneakers, walking through a dark brownstone to find my treadmill down two flights of steps in the basement, still half sleepy... yet,  I need to lose half a pound I gained from been sequestered, and two marathons have been postponed to keep me motivated.  
   
A quick walk at a seven incline, then a hard  run, body sweating, boops jiggling every which way but loose..    
   
Reaching for the remote. to watch a little New York morning news.. jumping off my treadmill... back up the stairs , then another flight, bypassing my bedroom... craving to get back under my covers.    
   
Checking my voicemail.. Being the Nursing Director for a residential and rehabilitation facility, which is opened twenty-four hours is draining, yet I must make sure everyone is accountable for for first shift.  
   
Okay moving to the bathroom. Did I say it is about 5:15am.. listening to my Spotify, looking though my yahoo emails then Gmail,  reading all the poems that were posted throughout the night by DUP great poets and poetess . Following that, reading and then sending responses, pictures.. and then more pics on Snapchat. Then placing my poems on my website.    
   
Okay time for a hot shower.. eyes now open. Then putting my best face on... From there, whipping a quick protein smoothie, drinking it while putting my jewelry on..    
   
My home phone rings...praying none of my staff have not called off. if so, then yours truly will have to assist my Nursing staff until I find converge, and pushing a medication cart in four inches heels is not fun.  
   
Okay..it is 12:45am..I am yawing here just a free-style, and it is my first day back to college from Spring Break,.. no...I don't wanna go.    
   
My Goddaughter and I made a tic tok video.. we look fierce, its only modern technology to make mature people look utterly ridiculous.  
   
Goodnight DUP and please be safe save out there, mask up.  
   
This is unedited my eyes are dropping, so if it makes no sense, at least you can laugh