I woke up to the rain
but it sounded like the ocean,
Tasting the slight chill in the morning air
I burrowed deeper into the certain warmth of my bed
while the candle of my consciousness flickered in and out between the land of dreams and that which fellow travelers call, "Reality."
Specters of thoughts began to form more coherent shapes--
''Tis a day for cutting class and daydreaming" they whispered, seductively.
But then, the alarm clock,
that town crier of reality barges in, "Work Beckons!"