#1
C4C.

I awake to the sound of a symphony, where
rain gently brushes against my window
As I roll out of bed -
to embrace the day.

That milk still stains the dining table
- where a lost message awaits.

"Sorry I forgot to put out the bins,
I won't do it again."
#2
I hate mornings like that.

The word choice was interesting, and I mean "symphony", "brushes" "roll out" and "embrace". I think you have something going on here, but you need to tie everything a little more together.

the feeling of the two closing couplets is greatly put off. I think you are giving away just enough information. I love your way of implying this other character, rather than showing it bluntly.

Well, I'm afraid that's all I had to say. Nice little piece here. Shows skill.