Morning
Those first few seconds-
unable to move or see,
were the bed begins to beckon,
the world calling forth to be.
Temporarily locked away dreams
begin dazzling your waking thoughts,
though the world is smaller than it seems-
we all just hope to not be at a loss.
Copyright © Luis Martinez-Rivera | Year Posted 2013
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