Reality (20th January 2010)

6:30am flashes as the siren wails,
Wake up,
Feeling as though sleep
Has pick pocketed your freshly pressed hanky
Leaving your mouth dry,
Eyes heavy,
And nose runny.
Is it sleep that deprives you?
That mid-REM awakening,
“Wake up! Wake up!”
Leaving you less rested
And with the need for caffeine
 
The last thing you remember,
Head on pillow,
Eyes closed,
Tomorrow’s itinerary
Scrawled across your paper mind,
And the thoughts “I’ll do that next week”,
“My teeth can wait ‘til the morning”…
 
A bursting diary,
Brow-vein-throbbing career,
A constant catch-up,
The cyclic never-ending ironing pile
That makes you a naturist for a moments thought.
I am just one, yet I play many parts,
My only exclusive refuge,
Engaged,
Lid down,
Tap running,
Sudoku in hand,
A working mother’s asylum.