As I roll out of bed, sheets unmade
I look around, yet find no aid.
My foot gets caught and I fall
I hear a snap, and begin to crawl.
I wonder to myself, is this a dream?
Perhaps I’d believe, if I didn’t scream.
I reach for my coffee while out of bed
Whoops, down goes the coffee on my head.
The heat would be refreshing, if it didn’t burn.
My, oh my, when will I ever learn?
Let it be told and not unsaid,
this is why I never get out of bed.
To the Moon 