HarsH ReaLiTy

I brush remnants of sleep from my eyes as I walk neither awake nor technically asleep to the bathroom. I brush and shave in a daze… until two beautiful voices call my name repeatedly… like an alarm clock. I do not know whether to groan or smile, the struggle culminates into the normal grimace of life. It is early.

Sleep walks away with a glance over her shoulder. She wears a shimmering gown of splendid want. For a second we connect and the yearning for that touch again has not yet been fully realized before my heart realizes the Want. Thirsts for the Want, even as Reality’s hand takes my own and jerks me down the road of the day.


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