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The day has now begun,

morning sun awakening us,

from the sleeping nightshade.



Time is questionable,

for it can go fast one day,

or really slow another day.



The slow days bother me,

feels like your being dragged,

into a mystical mist of clouds,

where dreams easily are touched.



Exhausted & drowsy it feels,

when suddenly your body gives way,

& onto a mystical mist of clouds you lay,

snuggled up sound asleep unconsciously.



But reality your body falls,

slowly drawn into a peaceful rest,  

suddenly you knock your head on the desk.



"Huh?!?"  "Where am I?"



Embarrassed – you’re blushing,

hoping this slow day would end,

speeding up time so the students,

don’t have to see your red flushed face.