B weird In comfort of twilight caught between unfolding dreams and missed opportunities coffee makes waking worthwhile water and grounds at the ready Who will push the button? Vividly smelling a new day brewing Much to do today first one more dream music muddies the scene dead as driftwood until shouts and shots break the plane between what I missed and reality Rewind Responsibilities grow, time shrinks. Borrowing late night to pay back yesterday after unwinding the spool acid melts the scene this girl is gone a high pitched scream hissing and glowing waking dead things waking me much too late ah well, morning will inspire Alarm snoozed echoes intrude. Repeated harsh persistence reminding resistance is . . . I finally submit finding fantasy has assimilated reality. The collective noise is silenced making sleep futile. Never do today what can be put off until tomorrow. Or… something like that. Beginning today doing what I meant to do yesterday. A tale of Mercy Brown brings V...