dense fog no world beyond hundred metre radius an hour into wakefulness, I still cannot think straight waiting for another fifteen minutes to pass maybe that will lift the fog in my head formed from long uninterrupted sleep it's strange how cold can sedate one into such a state twelve more minutes of waiting my eyes still sealed by sleep dirt Warhaus playing in the background Love's a stranger until I see you again what's left of the fog seeps into my bedroom through the half open window despite the freezing weather, I am wearing nothing my feet turn colder the back of my neck begins to ache you are awake now as awake as I am, maybe more and you tell me, I dreamed today and it became too real and I woke up I find it beautiful, sad but beautiful I write it down and keep listening to you. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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