Wake like the dead
World is blurry
Fumble at my clothes
Like a teenager on prom night
Screech of my alarm
Lurches me to semi-conscious
But still not complete
No rest, no relief
The world is vague, annoying haze
Invading with 'necessities' as I try to remember dreams
As I stare in darkness
I find my salvation
Shadow and heat
Poured into me
Bitter...
Hot...
....coffee.
