A loud alarm awakens me
My foggy eyes slowly clear,
That someone burnt some toast again
Is the worst that I fear
I lay back down and stare up at the pale plaster overhead,
Wondering if I should abide by the rules
And get out of my bed
Should I stand and go out the door
And avoid the possible fine?
Or should I close my eyes and risk it
To rest my tired mind
Maybe while I slumber,
If the fire is real,
The flames will embrace me with their warmth
And we shall both go out together