sunrise and birds singing outside my window
the sleep not trying to leave my body
i take myself to the living room, my morning space
and climb into a blanket then onto this tiny laptop
it awaits my fingertips and i realize there is no creamer
coffee will have to wait this day until i arrive to work
wakefulness doesn't come easy without the black substance
in my favorite world convention cup that's just the right size
for my hand
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