Inside the anxious pillow

 waking to the blackness of the room
emptiness and an untangible presence
waking reaching for the phone
To read the time and confirm morning

The corridor knocks and echoes
An ancient energy splashes itself onto the walls
Morning is too afraid to arrive
It sits somewhere in the distance outside the city

waking to the dark gloom
restlessness and an untangible sense of absense
Forcing yourself to sit up to feel awake
yet your eyes are still closed darkness holding them so
as you imagine the phone light illuminating the bedroom

Waking to the sound of some crashing whino out on the street
The spiritual jewel cracked and shattered daylight peeping in
however you are still unconscious and dawn is ever black
Pining to be real to exist out of sleep
anxiety followed you into your sonofied state waking pretend
grasping at your own eyelids at the corridor´s door