Not my morning.

The sun is up.

Not me.

I am warped

Into a me

That looks

like me

But

Not me.

I move my legs

And drop them to the ground

I drop them,

Thrusting through

The jim-jams,

Unwillingly loud.

The unnerving first step

and the next that

converts me

Into everything

Not me.

Just because,

Your sun is up

I have to be that everything.