7:01
Floating aimlessly over that fuzzy line
Hardly able to distinguish reality from the other less solid contents of my mind
All of a sudden
7:02
The world becomes a noisy contorted chaos that never ceases to fill you with alarm.
*Where the fuck is the snooze button!?* The thrashing and flailing of arms begins.
Silence falls heavily other than a barely audible sigh of relief.
7:03
Rolling over into a slightly different but comfier indent in the mattress,
*Hmmmmm, was I really involved in a high speed chase, being pursued by international spies across the Australian plains in search of the last Kangeroo over the course of the night?*
After awhile I realise *Probably not.*
Satisfied with this, the floating recommences until
7:04
I land back into bed with all happy feeling disappearing abruptly down an endless pit in my stomach.
I love you.
And now I remember you are gone.
Author notes
Just a description of those few minutes in the morning when everything is alright, because you havn't yet remembered that he is gone.
