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Woken by a hand striking my chest

“The carbon monoxide monitor is going off!”

The alarm actually being a pesky bird outside

With loud, staccato tweets in sets of four

Closing our windows and back to a half-sleep

With no return to my in-folding dream

Where the world had become a wet marble

Batted around by a very large cat

A spotted tabby to be specific

We — all of us — careened off the baseboards

Spinning and skipping over chestnut planks

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