Morning Stretching, I open my day, turning the key of my eyes. I find the lock jammed, two parts rusty and immovable; no motivation to test it more. Two letterboxes eventually open letting in light mail, waiting, waiting for opening. Two weightlifters lift weights throw them to the floor; power-lifting this early is obscene! Eventually, slug-like, I slime my way through to the cascading waterfall of a dream I once had, long ago and cold, hungry, wet... I wake up.
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