Mornings when you crawl around your house
Staying out of your families way
And avoiding society
Sleeping hidden in covers
Those no makeup mornings
Hair gathered up high
These days are my favorite
Sunday
Can only be described as the time
The one special day
That no one would recognize you
Waking up at noon
Taking naps till three
Then crashing at your normal time
This Sunday morning bug
I catch it bad
But whenever it comes
I wish it wouldn’t end
Ah, you've captured the luxury of a lazy Sunday morning flawlessly!
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