What time is it?

Staying up in to the dark hours and sleeping until I am not tired.

Opening my eyes to see an animal cuddling next to me,

I want to stay in this place longer.

Feel the weight of the blanket comfort me,

The sunshine warm my room slightly and

not worry about what time it is.

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