The Argument

I keep waking up every couple of hours and trying to convince myself to not be awake. Even when I put on my sternest demeanor, I don't seem to want to listen to me. It's been many mornings in a row that I've seen that first dawn-colored basting of the darker sky with a look of "it figures" on my face. It's hard to appreciate nature when it keeps wreaking havoc with my plans for rest. It only gets brighter, the more I type. Someone should tell those birds to cram it.