Is This A Good Morning?

I woke up in a haze of pink malaise
Not a pensive gray for a dreary day
Or a French Blue, an energetic hue

A heady cup attempts to interrupt
A foggy mind, unwise and paralyzed
But destined to fail under the pink veil

I hear the beating of the clock's tick tock
And have a doubt, I should be up and about
Instead of sitting here with a pink stare