Voids

I kept pressing the snooze button this morning, I did so five or six times before actually calling on my feet to carry me to the bathroom; as usual, the floor was cold, unwelcoming, and demanded that I shift from side to side, like dancing on egg shells. Again, I didn’t dream last night, or if I did I couldn’t remember any of it. Maybe that’s why I spend so much of my awaken time dreaming about perfect possibilities; I don’t get enough dreamtime when I sleep. I am in a very awaken place right now, in my life I mean, my senses are completely on high alert, so much so that I can feel other people’s voids. Maybe it’s because of my own deprivation, something about birds of the same kind.