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The Morning After There’s a misty place between nightmare and dawn. Moving shadows are frightening to look upon. There’s another world where reality ends, Friends become enemies; enemies -- friends. Reluctant to move or to open my eyes. There’s a body beside me -- that’s a surprise. Hearing their breathing, an occasional whine; Knowing they’re alive -- that’s a positive sign. Opening one eye, a little, just a peep. Whoever they are, I think they’re asleep. Sneaking out of bed to take a look around -- Finding wallet and clothes, I don’t make a sound. Tiptoing quietly, on little mouse feet, When a voice behind me, so soft and so sweet, Says, “Come back to bed, dear, you don’t have to work.” I feel very sheepish, I feel like a jerk. "It’s the weekend; we have two whole days to play, So come back to bed and we’ll start right away." Now it makes sense, I’m home -- it's where I belong. How could I have been so confused and so wrong? Last evening’s a blur; I blame it on drink -- There were faces, places -- it’s so hard to think. Somehow I got here, so it must be okay. Figuring things out will wait another day.
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