Fog, Me, You.

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.

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