awake, dreaming

~     ~     ~
It’s 4 am.
Was I woken up,
or still awake, dreaming?
The artificial light,
from those damned street lights,
slides through the blinds.
The slanted lines cover well
the place where you laid your head.
It’s ironic.
You always told me to get blackout curtains.
Now, the night highlights you’re gone.
I’ll move someday;
Somewhere with less light.
Or maybe I should just buy the curtains.
A decision for another day.
For now, I’ll turn over,
and wait to dream again.

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