Day Fifteen: Late

I think I've only been early for one important event in my life and that was when I was born and since then I have been late for pretty much everything else.

 *Note: Prompt taken from Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides, "For today's prompt, use the following five words in your poem: slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon. Use them in any order."




Late

Sleeping through the alarm, the
button to make it stop felt swollen
     fingertip immersing into it
     slashing in a futile attempt to
     just. make. it. stop.

Masked in drowsy sunlight, the
slow warmth spreads across cool skin
    lifting sleep from pores like
    a balloon once strapped to a child's wrist
    let loose unintentionally
    please. come. back.