It’s only been two days so far, but it’s been really tough getting out of bed this week. Yesterday morning I woke through a haze to blindly smack at my blaring alarm clock. The words “there’s a vortex in my bed” popped into mind as I tried to force myself up and out of bed. Here’s the drafty poem that happened in my notebook a little bit later:
There’s a Vortex in My Bed
No matter how I struggle
to arise and start my day
I can’t escape the blankets
or their ally, the duvet
They act like mini-twisters
wrapping tightly ‘round my limbs
The mattress pad’s complicit,
working hard to suck me in
The pillows are colluding
as they mound around my head
I’ve clearly lost this battle!
I just can’t get out of bed!
©Molly Hogan
Nix the comfort zone 
Clearly our beds are colluding to ruin us!
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#truth
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Such a funny way to play with this topic! Winter was made for sleeping in.
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I’m not sure what’s made this week so tough, but it’s been a doozy!
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You have such wonderful rhymes here! Winter cold makes that morning transition so very challenging.
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Thanks so much! I find writing rhyming poems great fun from time to time.
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That dastardly duvet! I’ve felt that same powerful force this past week, but no clever conspiracy poems popped into my head. You must be getting better REMs to fuel those rhymes. That’s my theory.
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That’s a reasonable theory…or I’m just desperately seeking to discover something productive in my pain.
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Molly,
I chuckled as I read it to myself, and then I shared it with my husband! We agree whole-heartedly, and I’m sure I’ll think of your poem as I (try to) rise tomorrow. 🙂
I’m so glad you shared it!
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Thanks! I’m so glad you got a chuckle out of it and that you shared it with your husband. 🙂
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I love how you turned this into such a fun poem! Indeed, it’s been impossible to get out of bed. Here’s to delicious evenings of getting wrapped BACK up in that duvet!
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Our reunions are indeed sweet! 🙂 I don’t hold a grudge against them for their morning shenanigans.
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I am there with you – – the twisted blankets and in our case, dogs chocking us in like tires on either side to hold us from rolling out of bed. What fun! Weekends hold the pleasure of being able to snooze and linger awhile. I don’t like getting out on these cold, cold mornings.
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Oh, you’re right! The cats get in on the action here as well! It’s not even the cold that gets me. Maybe it’s the dark? Or just inertia in general.
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I feel like you won! You wrote this killer poem which speaks to all
of us! (I write this from under the flannel Christmas sheets + comforter + fleece).
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I think it’s a bit unfair to respond to this poem from under flannel! lol
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😂
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So true on so many levels…or should I say layers (of blankets). Excellent poem, Molly. 🙂
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Thanks, Bridget! It was fun to write.
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Ha! This one needs to go to publication! Love all your great verbs!!
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Thanks, Mary Lee. It was fun to turn battle talk to something more benign.
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This needs to be on a teacher’s workroom somewhere! I love the rhymes, the way the various parts work together, and yet, it seems like you won the day if you are writing this all down! 🙂
Thank you for sharing with us!
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Thanks, Darin! The funny thing is, I really don’t like to sleep in, but recently I’m struggling to get up and moving.
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