Torn cocoon

Between the hours of night and morn;
Cocooned in the comfort and the breathy silence.
Cheek caresses pillow.
A sigh: content;
Perhaps the face expresses.

Roll, run, swim, stretch
In the sheets.
Delicious peace;
Tearful happiness.

Torn apart by the mechanical cry.
The repetitive, jarring, unwelcome, mechanical cry:

AWAKE! AWAKE! AWAKE!

Disoriented and seeking solace in the dream

That is no more.

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Man, I hate waking up.