Alarm on the bedstand hit the snooze and sleep five more climb slowly out of sleep, walk slowly to the shower turn it on turn it cold freeze a little in the morning
you hated being cold
I wear my hair the way you hate it wear the shirt you never liked you said contacts make my eyes look bluer I grab my glasses from my desk and walk downstairs and Pavlov's dog is dying Pavlov's dog is dead
I know what you were going for...you are getting out of your "conditioned response" mode. Well, ME TOO!!! Pavlov's other experimental dog is dying a QUICK death! LOL!! This poem hits pretty close to home...good job.