i used to wish i was a person that
could lounge in bed at daybreak
resting waking soft focused half
closed not quit but almost
imagining the temperature just
outside the shell of my duvet. i
would conjure an image of aimlessly
reaching out into the room probing
feeling extrasensing the clicks and 
spurts of a house waking. i'd listen
to others recount their lucid love
affairs with morning slow stretched
surreal cocooning against 11 12 1
oclock notifications and i'd ask
myself- do i enjoy sleep or waking
up more?