Touch wakes my skin to remember its edges,

as my body hums with morning’s stirrings,

then sight spills open the new day:

sun flowing aimlessly through window,

distance folding into here,

depth calibrating as I look beyond the glass,

smell arriving like memory’s twin,

as coffee threads through neurons where

feeling-states bloom and wither,

while sound echoes the room’s dimensions,

footsteps placing me in the architecture of now,

and somewhere in the midst of it,

the strange passenger I call myself sits up,

sensing time as a current,

the body shocked into waking

to the urgency of the day,

each sense brings the perplexity of being here,

assembled from fragments into the

first coherence of morning—I.

 

14/11/2025