eyelids seem heavy, stay with me here. youre here again,      i think.            anchor! palms first, its always the palms that lie one, two, three, five… seven? no wait, four      ah fuck,          dimensionless. count later. wait no.            it notices when you count…

mirror looking suspicious today… reflection blinked first how rude scream into it, perhaps see if it screams back hope it doesnt

ceiling fan keeps circling like its ready to confess something might float up there one day and hang beside it just two confused planets spinning someone might flip a switch i wonder which of us will stop

alarm went off but nobody set it clock must have been bored poor little thing, no wonder its so tired it keeps thinking that its moving but thats all relative of course