Winners in the morning

 I am a winner
I wake to my trophies
Which I've used to hold flowers I've recieved
Now dead rusty and ready for fungus

I've hung keys and earphones on them
Some of which slip down into the water inside
what could be construed as the stomach of the trophy
I'm a winner as my alarm clock goes off

My stomach feels like the trophy
half full pretty hungry for lost items
I wake looking for the light switch
my hand fumbling in the darkness

I'm a winner and my left eye is glued shut
Still asleep and not opening anytimes soon
I clamber clumsily crashing through my accolades
Dead flowers and water everywhere my keys and earphones nowhere to be found