Good Mornings
Opportunistic dreamings
I could’ve woken up anywhere else this morning.
Above the 21st floor, with a view of some metropolis that jumps onto my eyes like a giddy dog’s tongue rounding the corner and leaping up to my chest, licking my face like he just witnessed a miracle and needed to tell someone.
On a shitty mattress pad in a faraway place — so damn curious about my surroundings they aromatically stir curiosity in the droopiest of eyes, eager to begin — feet magnetized to the floor.
Next to someone.
But those mornings had their days, which too, have passed.
Today, the morning ruckus opened my eyes with a pair of vice grips before the first hint of sunlight.
I woke up in the middle of the woods again.
— A.D.
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