I dread those brief seconds of unawareness and uncertainty upon waking up.
My eyelids barely open and my brain immediately panics as it begins to recalibrate itself with a barrage of questions.
What time is it? What day is it?
Am I supposed to be somewhere today? Did I miss something?
I recollect my surroundings, orientating myself back to reality as the window shades shift shadows across my room's smooth walls.
My consciousness resumes.
My body relaxes.
It's noon on a Thursday.
I have no where to be and I have missed nothing.
AO Poetry 
I like those seconds.
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Me too ❤️
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I miss being lost in naivety … expectation is a beast that never sleeps.
I also just woke up and read everything you have written in 3 months…
Home is that place that makes you feel there is no place you would rather be. Who said that? 🖤
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Thank you for reading and catching up! Hope it didn’t disappoint 🙂
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