Slowly,
her soft, dull blue eyes flutter open at the sound of her blaring alarm.
waking up the whole room in its presence,
if only the electronic device would know how annoying it actually is.
She reaches up her pale left arm, her manicured pointer finger pressing down on her smartphone screen, hovering over the stop button in order to release her ears from the foul grip of the noisy alarm.
YOU ARE READING
Her Poems
PoetryIn the making. short little poems for a quick read. a quick fix of inspiration for your next book.
