Mornings

Author: expiring_touch ASL Info:    30/f/Hamburg Elite Ratio:    3.94 - 139 /256 /171 Words: 93

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Mornings

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Why does it hurt me so much? Or better – why does it linger, Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting. I wake up, slowly, slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day. and it’s not just my shoulders that feel discomfort Because the aircon has been turned too low And there’s no hiding from it in my small room. I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled Diagonally. Because I’m Russian and I like to expropriate all the spaces that had once been yours.

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This captures perfectly the groggy regret felt on a morning when you almost wish you just didn't wake up. Too tired to carry on, too stubborn to give up. Thanks for sharing, and keep writing!

| Posted on 2013-10-25 00:00:00 | by TheSnoitart | [ Reply to This ]

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