Day Three Hundred and One: Untitled Sleep

Sleep tugs at my eyes, pulling the blinds down
to close the day.
A thoughtless warmth rushes over me
when the world is dulled away
into the memory
into the brain
into nothing.
Awake with a start on the couch and a sore neck.
The clock behind me dispenses the time
telling me it’s late and I’ve only myself to blame.
Everything is blurry and abstract
and the small light judges me for falling so hard.

The clock casts its glance over 3am
so I take myself off to bed
lights off
sleeping again.

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