7:25am

These eyes feel like they are permanently in the
OFF position
Amazingly crusted shut despite my lack of sleep
I will them open, persuade them
Insist that they function, if only for a few minutes
The alarm swoons from beneath the pillows
Sultry requests for a good morning…
Request denied! as I slam the button for silence
I roll around, finding solace in the brief moments
I have beneath the fleece blankets
Of my undersized bed
Moments, minutes, seconds pass…it’s all the same.
It’s not enough time.
Just another moment longer…
My bare feet soon graze the hardwood floor
February has crept its way in…resting firmly
Beneath my heels and toes
Trudging.
(That is the word for it, isn’t it?)
This tragic form I’ve taken as I parade
From bed to door
From door to door
From door to toilet
Thus continuing the sunrise ritual
Of anticipating sundown