#1058777 added November 2, 2023 at 11:58pm Restrictions: None
The morning drift
I wrap the mental fog around myself,
a comforting blanket on a cool morning.
The muted murmur of voices float past
without solidifying.
I observe, from a distance,
as my hands spuddle through a routine
rote-learned, and absentmindedly wonder
why my coffee's cold.
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