Crusty eyes, bad breath, tousled hair.

Feet to the floor, alarm thrown away.

Back hunched, teeth wiped clean.

Armpits deodorized, clothes on.

Backpack on, out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk, I see her:

Tousled blonde hair, streaked with pink.

She has her hand in the air, waving me down.

The other is holding a box of donuts, iced coffees

Balancing on top. Her smile awakens me, more

Than any alarm. Her kiss, pure energy.