A single family home

With the bedroom right above a drafty garage.

The southern air so delicate and sweet

Filling up every room in the house

Forcing the air conditioning to work slightly harder than it should.

The nights were enjoyable as the heat
from my body

Intertwined with itself creating a coffin
of warmth.

Every morning creeps its way to the surface, yet feels like an ambush.

The delayed fanfare going off is always anticipated.

My ears are ringing in my dream, in my mind, oh wait – it’s real life.

And now the first choice of the day

Is not how it will start, but when.