Wake up in the warmth of my bedding.
The window shows no sunlight,
You question the time of day.
Sleepiness clings to you as you attempt to be productive.
Every chance you get, you look outside,
You feel wistful in the face of the gloom.
You are in meetings and have responsibility,
But all you want is to go back to sleep.
You chug the coffee,
Hoping that it helps.
In the end, you are as sleepy as you were at the start of the day,
But you can finally crawl back into the warmth of your bedding.