Morning steps are taken.
The kettle is filled.
Waiting for the first coffee of the morning.
What time is it?
Squiggle o’clock?
Whaaat?
Oh, focus eyes, you can do it!
Too bad the call of the sleep receptacle must be refused
or I would have let you adjust more naturally.
I know eventually you will function properly
and I won’t drive into anything.
Or maybe I should walk today?
Walking into a lamp post will definitely wake you up!
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