wake up

Light seeps in through the loose folds of the blanket. Her alarm will go off in four minutes. She tries to remember the dream life in her sleepy head. When the images won't come back, she peaks outside her nest of warm fabric and feathers to see if the world's still there. Yep.
Her toes reach as far from her crown as they can. She yawns out the stretch and her freckles return to their natural places. She sighs deeply and addresses the cat, "Asherrrr, meooow, the sun arrived early again." Her alarm goes off, forcing her out of her cozy covers to hit the snooze button. These days she finds it harder to get out of bed. The cat climbs the curves of her body beneath the blankets and settles himself too close to her face. "Asher," her voice muffled by cat hair, "I have to breathe too, you know."
After readjusting her head she closes her eyes for the extended seven minutes. During the seven minutes of half sleep she plays a piano for someone she used to know but has chosen to forget.
The second alarm startles her awake this time, and she regrets not getting up for the first. A groan one might expect from an old man rumbles from her throat. Like father, like daughter. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, anchoring her in an upright sit. She uses her fingers to rub sleep from her eyes, and reaches for the hidden stars on the ceiling. The toilet seat feels chilly when she takes her morning pee. She picks up the white plastic rectangle, opens it, and pushes on the front of the next small white pill, popping it out the back of the package into her palm. She rolls the pill around in her hand a few seconds before throwing it to the back of her throat. Like these are really necessary anymore, she thinks to herself. The cat watches her curiously as he does every morning. He drinks from that toilet quite often.

wake up, wake the sun

I feel nothing.
Did I ever feel anything?
I've just awaken from a long nap.
I feel as though time has barely passed.
I have grown, but exactly how much, I do not realize now.
The monumental growth will come in the next few months.
I'm onto something, I can feel it.
I see it lingering in sidewalks and strangers.
I feel it calling, wanting to be discovered.
But how do I get there?
How do I break through this barrier?
Anyway I can.
I will collect shovels and rocks and swords and stones.
I will bring it down.
I will see the horizon.

Hah

Single again. My life is a joke.
No, I take that back. Your life is a joke.