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.