Awake and Terrified
Feels right to wake up fore the sun
Make coffee.
Sit up, not stopping over in a corner
Customarily unaffordable mornings
Trapped against my own wall
The chattering is soothing
When the back drop of the noise box
Has subsided.
My dreams I care not for
The pretty dresses or tap shoes
Just a vulgar display of my worst side
Never the deep sleep caches me
I exclude it, hides around corners
Drifting in and out, between
Awake and terrified.
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