is asleep.
deep in REM mode.
it's thick and heavy with
pins and needles.
i've sat in one
position too long.
i stumble as i try
to get
up and leave.
i wonder
if it dreams
of running, of walking,
going up
stairs.
doing jumping jacks,
or lining up
a ball to kick
into the blue sky
of air.
i sense it needs coffee,
needs time,
needs a little bit of
TLC
to get it back and going.
slowly i shake it out
and limp
to the coffee shop like
an old soldier,
coming home from a war.

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