On is my phone my alarm says five A.M. 
I spend ten minutes after that finding it. 
Turn off the alarm just so I can pretend
for a few seconds but there’s no denying it - 
I’m awake. I can’t take another second waiting so 
I check my emails on both phones.
Second light on
Just to handle business.
It’s tradition I used to not do homework 
till school mornings now my mind shoots warnings
Somethings late and paranoia takes roots with phones - there’s always phantom vibrations. 
So my instinct is battle stations, sitting in the dark 
like a doctor with a patient focused 
on my preparations for the day - drafting words to say. 
Third light on the smart lamp on a timer, 
My only reminder to wake up. I rise to shower - 
fourth light. Finish to find the clothes I need 
as finally it peeks through the blinds again, 
The fifth light the only different color.
The sun comes up in purples blues and others 
it smothers the darkness away. 
What does that say about us?