mademoiselle hiver

You wake up in a land of gray

You make your coffee, you eat your cereal

but sleep still lingers in your head and behind your eyes

You take your shower, you dress yourself

You try to fight the stupor and the daze

You drink a second cup of coffee when you start to work

to divert the drowsy mist

And you fail

It feels like you have no pulse

your fingers are numb, your eyelids heavy

Oh, traitorous sleep!

Go away, sleep!

Wake, wake up!