I wake up
To a blast of warm air
The smell of a dream running far away
Smothers my senses
It moistens my dry eyes and chapped lips
Strangles my fantasy of slumber
My blurred field of vision
Drips into the monotony of everyday life
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
I wake up
To a blast of warm air
The smell of a dream running far away
Smothers my senses
It moistens my dry eyes and chapped lips
Strangles my fantasy of slumber
My blurred field of vision
Drips into the monotony of everyday life