I wake in the morning
and do not like my own face.
I sit back down at the desk and keep writing.
I walk around reading some words aloud… 41 more words
What I wake up to always changes, it seems. I will hear my own thoughts, saying, “put on your pants,” and then I would imagine doing so, and then later, after I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my teeth, I realized that the sink water didn’t feel cold, and I would realize I had been in bed the whole time. 264 more words