The Stuff of Dreams

rise and wipe
sleep from sleepy eyes
stretch shower and greet the coffee
morning ritual
mine
just another three am
where butt meets chair
fingers caress keys
and
dog and cat lay
in companionable silence
Here I sit
gagging down three-day-old coffee
the dregs lend credence
to my day
I sit and I remember
and in the remembering
the lives that live
within my fingertips
walk out upon
the clean white dreamscape
of the world

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