Monday, 4 a.m. our last moments of sleep warm the sheets sounds of coffee from the kitchen lingering, savoring Sunday still ©2015, Jen Payne, #13 National Poetry Month IMAGE: Dawn, Alphonse Mucha Share this:ShareFacebookEmailTwitterTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “Monday, 4 a.m.” Add yours Lol, that sounds a lot better than my night, which went something like this: Monday, 5 a.m. waking up to pee I see a sparkly migraine aura where’s the Excedrin? :P Reply Oh dear. Yea, not exactly the same… Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.