Another Tired Awakening
I had just put together the disembodied alien when the radio sounded. American Authors sings “this is gonna be the best day of my life…”
I slap the off switch.
Lying in bed, in shock. Every cell throbs with the strain of being awake. I hope to nod off, but I rise five minutes later.
Already exhausted.
outside light
through a dew-stained skylight
half-moon
