May 2020
the morning
lingers past
noon
blankets feel
like skin
nothing comes
to mind
I drift in
and out of
dreams
eventually I
feel something
scratch an itch
and get ready
to start my day
lingers past
noon
blankets feel
like skin
nothing comes
to mind
I drift in
and out of
dreams
eventually I
feel something
scratch an itch
and get ready
to start my day
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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