What if I Stayed in Bed

What if I didn’t get up this morning? I am sometimes so tired that my body screams to me to stay in bed and hide from the world to get just a little more peace and sleep. Would my hair ever be able to be untangled or would my teeth rot out of my mouth. Would the sleep in my eyes continue to grow until my eyes were glued shut for eternity? Would my dogs bark and bark with no answer to their hunger? Would they learn to open the fridge and cabinets to satisfy the growling of their stomachs. Would my cats take a walk and never come back or the ferret weasel out of its cage? Would my boys go to school or play hooky for good, would they endeavor to never wake like me? Would my husband go about his day thinking me lazy and not know what to say? How will I ever conceive a day in my head that all I did was stay in bed? Would the sun cross the sky in a different direction or would the moon resist relenting to the suns demand to rotate and move ahead? How much would change how much would remain. Would fog roll in and cover the domain? How will I ever know what will happen to my world if I continue to wake and continue to follow a daily routine. I must one day decide to stay in bed and decide if the world is better off instead. Clouds might weep or maybe not, trees may droop or shoot up into the sky. Will flowers wilt and die, if I am not there to water them? Will the battery on my car go dead with misuse or the porch light go out without me to fix the fuse? How much would change; I haven’t a clue I am not sure it is worth looking into. Why would I change a life so grand, why would I chance this to stay in bed? How much can I worry about the world, how much can I sleep in and ensure its unfurled?

I Think this one cleaned up could be a nice poem!