I woke up in a dim room
While the light outside was hot
And blaring—
A sweet feeling
Until I realized that the day had
Mostly been slept away, but
Maybe that is a message
Being sent—
Telling me to put myself
First and rest, to stop worrying
About what doesn't define me
In the time where I am me and
Me alone.
So I'll sleep again,
And let the day drift by.
There will be others and time spent
Well with myself is not wasted.