The light

 

The light came racing in like a chisel to my eyelids

The alarm clock, usually set to a nice classical station

had been switched to some LA 24 hour punk show

today's opera performed with

broken glass and car alarms...

The only thing that kept me from meltdown

was the glimmer of hope that only a double espresso can produce

that in 24 hours I would awaken

to glassy swells and uncrowded conditions