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Almost there.

So close.

Good try.

Gave all you got.

Almost.

Just not enough.

She is under the blanket.

I can not move.

I did not put socks on.

Now I regret it

Since I cannot pull

The blanket on top of them.

The kingdom is mine.

I now am it’s ruler.

No one may dispute me.

I am no longer crushed in the corner.

Mainly because in the kingdom of bed

For whoever sleeps in the middle

The other person finds

It is really hard to roll them over.

Though yelling sometimes works.

You like something the general populace may not.

Garlic.

Cilantro.

A certain body odour.

Cigarette smoke.

Though if you like smog

We can not be friends.

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!

Middle of the night.

Half asleep.

No glasses on.

Lights are off.

Confused at the object on the counter.

Turn on the light.

Good, it is just a spray bottle with blue cleaner in it.

I’m going back to bed.

Sit and talk.

Relax and sip tea.

Nibble on some cookies

or sandwiches.

If they are available.

Simply a pleasure to enjoy.

Friends are worth it.

Sometimes

a person who you did not know

becomes dearer to you.

You like their laugh, their smile,

their awkward humour

and you discover

when they leave

that you miss them.

Eye blink.

A Number flashes.

Recognition dawns.

Bewilderment ensues.

Guilt sets in.

Headache blossoms.

The day is gone.

The sun has set.

Outside is black.

Street lamps flicker on.

Ominous sounds make you jump.

You are inside wondering about the world.