It's early morning, I feel my cat
Licking my toes.
I slowly start wiggling them.
My cat paws at them.
No claws mind you, just
Playfulness.
My eyes slowly open to the rude
Blinding white light of my room.
My little brother sitting on his
Of the bed reading some superhero
Comic.
I bury myself under a sea of blankets.
Buried so deep that the air felt like
A deep dark coal mine.
It was wasting away, hanging there
Unable to move.
Once the idea of no air changed my
Dying mind that I surface for
Air, bathroom, and maybe some juice
Would make things perfect again.
So I had thought. . .
Sept. 03/13
Quae Nocent Docent.. . .
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