On waking
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1 min readDec 17, 2013
I’m startled awake.
Her cold nose nuzzling my arm,
drooping from under the covers.
I sigh. Grunt. And mumble
as I peer for the clock.
5am and she’s ready for the day.
I heave myself from the bed,
My drowsy dreams still attached
with threads,
the cold air stirring in my wake.