I go to sleep; only because it’s
about 3 or 4am in the morning and I don’t want anyone to think I’m weird for
being up so late and/or early. You know what I mean... my roommate heading to
work and as he walks past my room he hears DJ Screw openin up shop. Not a
good look. So at some point I have to wake up. Which I do, I roll over and
squint at the clock... 9:26am. Oh that will not do, that is far too early to do
anything productive. I close my eyes and hope for more rest.
10:24am, that’s a
little better but still I need more time to get my shit together. Come on!...
I got out of the Corp years ago assholes who are judging me.
11:55am, now it’s almost noon, time to consider making
moves. I don’t make any moves because this is when I get my best sleep... when I reach REM. The time when I have dreams about War, high school dances, and stealing candy from the corner store when I'm 8.
1:12pm hits and I
know it, I don’t have to look at the clock. Now I have choices... A:
actually get up B: keep 'sleeping' with one eye open and register each
hour that passes until boredom forces me out of my slumber or… C: Break my shackles and wonder the streets until I am tired.. find
shelter... curl up and reach REM.
Pieces and Creases
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