Swollen eyes I can hardly open.
Too-happy jingling of my phone alarm telling me that I’m a lazy piece of shit.
Alright. Yes, I know, thank you.
Rolling over, hit Dismiss.
Staring at my phone now, a sleepy blue face.
Slits for eyes.
Roll back over, onto the pillow.
Okay, I know, I’m working on it.
Rub my eyes.
Lying there, watching the ceiling fan spin cold shadows around my room.
Weren’t you here last night?
In my bed?
Or was that just a dream.
A hazy memory now.
Alright, I’m going.
Throwing the covers off.
Standing up, finally.
Dream or not.
Wobbling down the stairs.
It’s always harder to get out of bed.
Jesus, I need coffee.
When your sleepy smile and cigarette hair is still tangled in my sheets.