i sit, breathe
breakfast at a table free of clutterfirst time in years
and i swear
this starts a new habit
(as i've sworn in the past)
the alarm is a catastrophe, shattering my sleeping world
hurled into the world of the wake
responsibilities and deadlines and duties
i find the snooze button
and swim toward the warm world of sleep
i'll get up early tomorrow
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