A Little Yawn

It starts with a little yawn, then a stretch, both fore and aft. Next the blankets start to move, I just have to laugh. She shuffles up from the bottom, of the bed, where warm and snug, she had slept the whole night through, as snug as a bug in a rug. But, comes the tock of six a.m. her internal clock goes "Bong". A morning ritual now begins, softly, with a little yawn. Her nose peeks out from beneath, the rest of her soon follows. Her head she rubs into my neck, as I try to hide in the pillow. It is no use, I'm now wide awake, I climb out, into the world where I belong. Just before she scrambles back beneath, she gives out a little yawn. For the contest; What makes you wake up each and every day Sponsored by Ed Ebbs