to wake the room, the birds, the street.
Even the refrigerator's buzzing
cannot pierce the grand utopia of 5AM silence.
But despite its subtleties, impenetrable
walls, a bomb, a grenade, a nuke
has broken the fortress, for I lie
awake, not wanting to listen
but listening nonetheless, to you
the gargling seraphim, to your
imposing, penetrating, incessant
chainsaw snores that have stolen hours,
precious time to doze peacefully, restfully
before morning demands more energy,
more vigilance than I, the typical
college student, can muster.
The sun is rising, you jerk
Revealing the circles under my eyes
No happily ever after for me
(Because you see,)
Instead of dreaming, I listen enviously to the sparrow
shaking sleep from its wings, mocking this
distressed damsel.
But rising in volume above its cheery songs,
your snores, your nails-on-a-chalkboard,
I-want-to-smother-you-with-a-pillow
snores. And I think to myself
woefully, happily,
This is the one I love.
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