waking up

This is me writing about how I managed to wake up today and being poetic about it because why not haha

I peered out, blurry and blinking
leaving dreams behind

• most of myself selling crumbs of bargains
  for an ounce of sleep each
  I promised myself the edge of the world
  my eyes in line with the slit in the doorway,
• light
  tempting
  much better imagined if I gave in

what was left of me
a small part
promised the same
only begging me to come see
that strand of light
holding on to its power like a sword to a shield of dreams
pleading to see today for what it is

the stroke of white
against all of the gloom of my room
so alluring at first
began to then falter
wavering at the slightest
and then
all of a sudden
overcome by--
papa
who came to wake me up because it was already 9 apparently.

xx
shygal