like every other morning it curls its way
through her unlocked wooden door and
finds its way into her sleeping curls
her tightly pursed lips stressed by the nighttime cold
and like every other morning she dreams she's awake
thinks about reaching for her phone
dreams that she does
ignoring the morning's sun-tinted breath
wafting through her frightened, hiding mind
today kisses her awake with a yell from downstairs
reminding her the clock isn't waiting, neither will he
Out pops her mess of hair from the shadow on her pillow
and into the sunlit hall she emerges
bravely stepping, though half-asleep, into the newness of day
did anyone message her while she slept? oh great
the toilet seat's left down again. did she check or did she dream?
there goes the alarm, left on again. I guess not
My braces taste of last night's toothpaste.. Nobody cares
I was hoping to get a reply. Hooray there's a book here to read
car
office
lunch
office
teatime
six o'clock
car
home
bathe
dinner
t.v.
macbook
book?
silence.
maybe God.
fall asleep hoping.
No comments:
Post a Comment