Tired
The day begins with a tiny speaker screaming at me
I jolt from a disturbing dream (thankful)
Trying to distinguish reality from fiction
I collide with objects strategically placed throughout the house
First flip of a switch brings blindness to my brain
I am disoriented, but things come into focus
Why am I in the clothes room? oh...I need to shower
Onward I slumber through the house
The shock from the water pelting my body begins to unerve me
I start to relax, entering a familiar tranquil state
Again JOLTING my body upright, preventing me nodding off in my new found solidarity
I wait until the last drop of warm water is spent
Apprehensively I throw open the shower curtain, lunging for a towel
Crap! no towel
No wonder I found myself in the clothes room
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