Daydreaming Before I Sleep
I love the feeling of warm water on my skin.
I hate the feeling of sand between my toes.
I love warm clothing out of the dryer,
But MAN do I HATE doing laundry!
I love drinking coffee,
But I hate having to drink it black without anything extra;
I love sweet things too much.
I love driving.
I hate driving near people who—
CRASH!
I love pictures of nature,
Especially on hiking adventures;
I hate pictures with sorority squats or too many filters.
Oh wait,
Guilty as charged with the squats.
I love the season of fall;
I hate picking up after trees.
I was taught to clean up my own messes;
Can’t they do it themselves?
I love working,
But I hate being too busy.
I love the feeling of a book in my hand,
I hate the space it takes up on a shelf.
I love writing.
Bad grammar, I hate.
The dark side I sense in you!
Hmmmm!
I also hate getting writer’s block.
I love getting an inspiration for a poem—
Aaaaand it’s gone.
I love talking to people;
I hate when I have to do most of the talking.
I love laughing with friends
About things others would find nonsensical.
But I hate laughing to the point of crying,
Because then I’m apparently “crying” and not “laughing.”
I love listening to music,
But I hate switching stations on the radio
To find good music.
I love reminiscing about life,
But I hate thinking about when I was around thirteen.
Middle school was an awkward time,
Okay?
Can we please not talk about it?
I love sleeping when the day is done.
I hate the time as I drift into sleep
When I am forced to do nothing but think,
And I end up thinking about all the things
That I try so hard to forget.
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