I wake up at the crack of dawn
stir and stretch with a final yawn,
snuggle down between the sheets
two more minutes before moving my feet.

Another yawn,stretch and scratch,
fingers through hair that looks like a thatch,
run downstairs kettle on
not looking in a mirror,no need for that one.

Tongue like fur,throat just rough
morning cuppa soothes enough.
Showered and dressed
most impressed.

Slap on makeup to cover the cracks
even erased those tiny eye bags
ready to take the world we know
I don't care if they're friend or foe.

I AM AWAKE.