One Shot Wednesday - I'm Tired

I wake up exhausted, the residuals
of the adventure lingering around in
my mind as I try to shake myself
into consciousness, my eyelids
rising like a flag moving up the mast
beyond the half way mark to hang
limp throughout the windless day
no energy, no spark, no caffeine
enough to energize me into mundane
tasks, boring to do’s, the same old
same old people in tan and beige
hours that tick by like minutes as
slow as a watched clock or a
watched kettle boiling away until
the sun begins to set on another
boring ten foot rut that leads in
a straight line from this side of
the bed rolling in and out, out and onto
crisp cold pillows cradling my tired head
filled with a 3D screen and screams
in surround sound, kisses light as
the sighs of a baby rock-a-bye
and good night, sleep to dream

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