Monday kicked open my bedroom door
And shook me out of my half-sleep stupor.
Tuesday barged in, but with double the coffee
As if it will be enough to get me out of the door.
Wednesday had the decency to knock,
But I was kicking and screaming this time.
Thursday, well, he actually slept through his alarm.
I can’t say I blamed him. I slept through it as well.
Friday came slowly, with coffee AND breakfast,
He told me that I deserved all of it and more.
Saturday didn’t come over. She just sent a text,
And asked if I wanted to hang out later.
Sunday, with both empty stomach and fridge,
came a bit late but was still gladly welcomed.