As my boyfriend shakes me awake from my slumber,
Grumbling, groggily out from the bed I clumber.
His whispered “good morning, love”, gets a grunt back,
His morning cheeriness makes me want to give his head a thwack.
I brush my teeth and splash some water on my face,
Now the grogginess with annoyance has been replaced.
Angry to have to live in the societal construct of a nine-to-five,
Annoyed that this job is what I have to do to stay alive.
Showered and in fresh clothes I am dressed,
“You look pretty”, boyfriend sweetly expressed.
He smiles and I want to throw my shoe at him,
On a Monday, how is he happy and not dim?
On the table, the breakfast he has laid,
I smell something which makes me less dismayed.
Do my hair hurriedly and towards the smell I quicken,
For the first time since I woke up, I feel my pulse kicking.
Grabbing the mug with both my hands,
I take a large gulp and feel my brain expand.
I sit down and drain the mug all the way through,
Holding it out for a refill, I say, “good morning to you too”.