The sun barges in through blinds that don’t close I squint, rub my eyes until sparks appear Skin feels too thin, shirt clings damp against me Breath rattles, jaw tight, shoulders twitch with every move The floor is cold under my feet each step an echo I don’t want I pull on clothes but they feel borrowed, not mine Mirror catches me, eyes red, mouth dry I laugh once, like it belongs to someone else This is morning, but it feels like I’m borrowing time from a day I don’t deserve, and every movement I make just reminds me my body is awake while my mind is still lost in the night. Keys scrape across the counter my hands won’t stay steady Shoes unlaced, I stare at them too long like they might walk without me Water runs, but I forget the glass I just stand there, listening to the hiss Clock ticks faster than I can follow Breath shallow, chest stiff Caffeine buzzing, but it doesn’t help I mouth words I don’t say, practice sentences that never make it out This is morning, but it feels like I’m borrowing time from a day I don’t deserve, and every movement I make just reminds me my body is awake while my mind is still lost in the night. Too bright. Too loud. Everything humming, like I’ve stepped inside the walls. I breathe, but it feels borrowed, like the air doesn’t belong to me. This is morning, but it feels like I’m borrowing time from a day I don’t deserve, and every movement I make just reminds me my body is awake while my mind is still lost in the night.
