2004-04-18: 10:32 p.m.

Hangover

Morning came suddenly much to her surprise
Disturbing the bliss that fantasy presented
As alarm bells came barging in her dreams
And forcefully pulled her back to Earth

She hid under the white feather-filled pillow
Drowning out the ear-piercing call of duty
An addition to the hangover she was having
After a late, carefree, wild, drunken night

Dragging herself upright, she fell off the bed
And struggled as she tried to regain balance
Making a vow to kill anyone and everyone who asks,
“Did you get up from the wrong side of the bed?”