Usually it's morning when it happens, a stroke of reality, wham, drifting in from oblivion or worse. Sound, Light, Noise, Cold, Most of the time our bodies know best, what to eat, when to drink, to sleep, breathe and blink, programs kicking in, it's over, you sink away from all of those things realizing at the last minute it's only going to come back when your five minutes are up.
you start remembering who you are, what you do, what day it is, what time it is, urgency tears you from your bed. You don't remember how many times you already been awake enough to temporize it a little longer, but it's over now the battle has been lost, now all to conclude are the terms of surrender, work, breakfast, shower, shoes, clothes, blink, car, freeway,
"Goodmorning Leah",
"Goodmorning",
"Happy Birthday."
"Thanks"
Leah
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
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