Morning Commute

I had to queue to wake up, there were a lot of people ahead of me. Some carried their beds on their shoulders dreams wrapped tightly between rocking shoulder blades. Some are clearly sleeping now they must have slipped through at the end of a drowsy fantasy. Eventually my body shuffles into the world but by then I had forgotten what ‘the world’ means. I had to pick up pieces of memory from a life strewn around, while somnambulating upon an alien ground.