the bed is an oasis
of warmth.
do i really have to get up and
go to work
again.
am i dreaming.
am i awake?
i reach over to tell my significant
other
to get up.
the alarm didn't go off.
but she's already downstairs
in
the kitchen. rattling
pans
and dishes, doing all the mysterious
things, she does.
i close my eyes and try to return
to the dream i was having.
but to no avail. i give in.
i get up.
oh, well.
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