Hushed rest
Mind best in fantasy.
. .
Lids creak open
Eyes soaked, in the surrounding darkness.
Where am I again?
6:05. 6:05.
Weakly, they search for the ticking.
Gently flicking, trying to make out the source.
Silence.
Rubbing slowly,
Hoping to see wholly, the scene.
Reaching for that one switch right…
Here.
Eyes shutter in the new, cruel light.
Do I find delight in such torture?
Painfully, they figure they must lure open.
Better now to cope than waiting until tomorrow.
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