Pre-dawn
I stir in bed, freeing legs from binding covers and sleeping dogs
Red digits proclaim 4 AM
I inhale frustration—wakefulness before sunrise
Feet to floor, I sit up
And spin
Have I entered Dr. Seuss’s world?
My lopsided room tips me sideways
Askew and drunken
I stagger a few steps trying to shake off my slumber
Caution takes my hand, gentles me back to bed
Mystified, I try to focus upon the closet doors
Defiant, they refuse to hold still
Jumping left, then right, then left again
I close my eyes
Willing stillness
As if, by my determination alone, I’d control my world
Command the spiraling
Force it to stop
But the twirling and swirling continue against my bidding
Resigned, I retreat into sleep’s protective fortress
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