SelfPub: my morning wakes me up the sky

my morning wakes me up to the sky.
it falls on the head, without having to open up.
now would the sea in summer...
to stretch the sleepy, lazy...
so slowly, lighting a cigarette tart tobacco,
to make plans for the day, and all too lazy...
but it's not native, it is not so.
Moscow winter, a lot of cases, a migraine.