The laundry looks to be over-flowing, as I peer off the bed.
I slept in, relishing the extra time with Morpheus.
Dream fragments border reality and the line between the two is thin.
Hauling my lethargic carcass up, into the shower;
I begin to function. Barely.
My breasts are tender in my jog bra. Pleasant ache.
“Diversity, dievca, Diversity.”