I wake up with a dry mouth and
fuzzy head, and eyes that
try to ignore the sun berating me
from the middle of the sky
for falling asleep before it was
time to say goodnight. It is
warm, and too bright to hide under
a blanket like a worm under the earth,
ashamed. Four walls seem more
confining than the weight of the world
surrounding a hole in the ground
yet I am floating across the room and
pretending to listen to the background
radio, afraid to look at the clock.
Time sneaks away in a song and leaves
me wondering when the first chorus ended.