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The Sleepwalker
Coming to, dazed
I collect my bearings,
gazing around my reality
hoping no one saw this
bizarre display
I’m alone
I pry myself from the linoleum
The microwave displays the time
Two hours to spare
I retreat up the staircase
sinking into my mattress,
drifting off for another slumber
I collect my bearings,
gazing around my reality
hoping no one saw this
bizarre display
I’m alone
I pry myself from the linoleum
The microwave displays the time
Two hours to spare
I retreat up the staircase
sinking into my mattress,
drifting off for another slumber
Published 20th Dec 2012
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20th Dec 2012 9:05am
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