10.16.2008

fall morning

A bad dream tossed me out of sleep. Clandestine war operatives too complex, scary for the early morning. My nose was slightly chilled. I pulled the covers deeper around my face, curling my limbs close together. There it was warm, safe.

Just for a few minutes longer.

Then I'll face the cold cold world.

Just a few minutes longer.

The birds twittered from their gutter nest.

It's morning now. It's time to get up.

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