Any Given Morning

The sun pushes itself in through the cracks,
shoots across the dusty room, and splatters across the back
of the wall where the shadows dance religiously.
One beam aims and hits its target squarely
in the eye, drawing the red curtain in the middle of the show.
While the shutters flutter open the distinction between real
and not I cannot know.
Right when I turn my head and shut my eyes again, the alarm
beep-beep-beeps
in my left ear. Lazy hands seek a lazy relief; once again
drifting deep
into the land of nod. Then five minutes later, the cycle
starts again.
Hhmm, I might as well get up than bear the constant
pain
of finally escaping, only to be dragged in. 

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