weekday mornings i dread.
my phone-alarm vibrates, and my wife roles over away from me.
i don’t want to go to work – i don’t want to study.
as i shower, the grounds brew in hot water.
the day ahead seems more manageable when i’m standing,
when i’m reading
when i reach my third cup.
weekends I set no alarm, but i sleep no longer.
i can’t. i awake.
no shower, just coffee.
i sit. i enjoy,