The daily morning death wish

It was ungodly early in the morning
I was laying like a starfish on my bed
With the depth of sleep I was in,
I might very well be taken for dead

It felt like a warm wonder paradise
the sinking sucking cushy bed
the much needed weight of the thick blanket
and the cat, the fuzzy little menace,
deciding to purr and be my lazy accomplice
It was the perfect retreat

Then the alarm clock took off to blare
and the walls of the room started to close in
This is it
I beg only for a few more minutes
for I don’t care much for life hereafter