Vividly

I wake up before the alarm everyday now, something has changed since I've been gone, where did I go, how long was I there who knows. Early morning dark, cloudy sky, dirty laundry, outside there is always commotion as if mocking me for waking up so late, Leah it says I've been up forever. I wonder if that tone woke me. I feel grimy, but comfortable look at my blankets, green and white soft, warm, I turn over turn of my alarm I've been trying to go back to sleep for days, waking dreams invade at night. a book is closer that it I imaged, I read, paying more attention to the passing time than the ink. My feet touch the ground cold, dusty, I tiptoe across the hall, and wash my face twice, I won't have to clean the table much when I get home, I eat a left over cookie, and some melon, dripping down into a plastic bag of juice all that remains of my feast, left on my car seat. I drive and fill the air, with poison rushing through my lungs disguised as space, I finally fall back asleep in my car seeing only a motion blur, grey with white stripes.