A pair of disapproving elderly librarians
judging my three-time renewal of books
But I got special permission from the head librarian
A fleece-clad stranger cuddled in,
stealing blankets and real estate
But she’s asleep, so we’re asleep
The intermittent voices of a tin-can radio man
interrupted by the ever-increasing beeps of the alarm clock
Up and at the absurd
Chopping Potatoes 
I hate it when the alarm clocks goes off and robs me of a wonderful reverie.
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I actually felt pretty uncomfortable under their judging eyes when I woke up . . .
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I wouldn’t worry. It was after all only a bad dream. Perhaps you will have a wonderful dream tonight that will make you feel exhilarated rather than uncomfortable. I certainly hope so.
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