Am I awake ?
Is this a dream?
Look around the room
For a steampunk machine,
Rub sleep from my eyes
A slow pound in my head,
Feel the cold of the floor
Slide my feet out of bed,
Cold claws at my skin
As I trudge down the hall,
Wave my hands in the black
So I don’t hit the wall,
Grope out for the switch
And I hit the wrong one,
Sudden blinding light...
...
Off
...
On
The right one,
Put my hands on the sink
Lift my head to the sky,
Pry open the slits that are tired weary eyes
See the face in the mirror
Looks worse than I feel,
A silent pep talk
Then it’s time to get real
It’s only a Friday
Another week packed away
It’s the eve of the weekend
Hip hip hip-hooray!
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