Guess it’s not the neighbors. I woke up at 5AM today. Yes, on a Saturday. Forced myself to go back to sleep because my coffee maker is set to start at 6:15 and I HATE getting up and having to wait for the pot to finish brewing.
To make this post more interesting, I shall attempt to paint a picture for you in unmetered prose… Just to try it out.
Up before the coffee
Cold apartment and empty,
halflit by the unrisen sun.
Cheerful birds congregate on dew-laden power lines,
singing the morning in
my heart is empty
I look for my solace, but it is not there
soon
One hour and fifteen minutes
until then, I have nothing.
Emptiness.
Should I press the start?
I could break the order of things
speed up time
but still fifteen minutes to coffee
adding to the emptiness, despair
of taking action to little effect
so I wait
content myself with sleep
passing the time unaware
that when I wake once again
there will be coffee
