Another Day

She opened her eyes,

welcoming disorientation,

then the realization —

she’s awake for another day.

Pulled herself together,

one could say begrudgingly,

as if fighting the unseen,

while it pins her in tempting comfort.

“Five more minutes, give me five more minutes,”

this is her plea to her alarm.

Five more minutes, just five more minutes,

until she face her world’s lack of warmth.

I Listen, You Can Share Your Thoughts With Me