Awakening

My alarm clock robs me of the closure to a dream:  The room surrounding me comes into focus as I lose sight of the friends I made in the world I'm leaving behind.  Even my own 'slumberland' identity evaporates like dew under a rising sun.  I manage to conjure up enough strength to get out of bed, but my bones and muscles struggle to coordinate my body as I stumble down the hallway and into the bathroom.

morning frost
the crackle
of jumper cables