The alarm sleeps,
With only an orange eye cracked open,
As it relays passing moments and dreams.
Ink inside blinks
Numbers tiredly,
Another eye steadily opens....
Then closes.
Arms writhe, dragging themselves
Across unmade bedsheets
Fighting to awake the connected body
Dark sleep holds on tighter,
Not yet ready to release its willing
Prisoner.
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