Friday's v2

Here's a reworking of a poem I had previously posted. As someone had pointed out, the poem seemed to be two things at once, so I cut it back to what I had originally intended it to be...about that most wonderful of day's, Friday.

The alarm clock sounds, waking you from your peaceful slumber
The DJ sounding far too awake this early in the day
Your eyes barely opening as the first rays of light
Peek through your curtains

Then you hear it, was it a dream, no
The DJ said it, it's Friday
One more day of work, then you’re free
For two days at least

A struggle to get work, your concentration gone
As you dream of the two days to come
Someone hands you some tea
Everyone with smiles, as they wait for the day to end

Time moving so slowly, everyone watching the clock
When will this torture end?
When will you be free?
Your mind wandering, then you hear it
People starting to leave
Could it be true, is it really the weekend?

You look at the clock
Sure enough, it’s time to go
A cheery goodbye to your colleagues as you head for home
Time to relax and unwind
A time to catch up with friends and family
Out drinking, time to let loose
Work but a distant nightmare, forgotten for now