Morning Commute

He had to queue to wake up, there were a lot of people ahead of him. Some carried their beds on their shoulders dreams wrapped tightly between rocking scapular. Some are clearly sleeping now they must have slipped through at the end of a drowsy fantasy. Eventually his body shuffled into the world but by then h had forgotten where in the world he belonged. H had to pick up pieces of memory from a life strewn around, while somnambulating upon alien ground.