In the Moment
658 AM
So many lights in the
darkened room.
The Christmas tree lights
The glaring light of my
gooseneck lamp
The glowing electronic
picture frame
The red numbers of the
clock
The stovetop light
The green numbers of the
microwave
I hear the whir of my
heater
The soft ringing in my
ears
The smell of last night’s
popcorn
and the taste of sweet tea
lingers
The cool air embraces my
arms.
My eyes struggle to stay
open.
Time to hop up and dance
to hip hop.
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