We said a few words to each other.
I don’t remember what. Whatever
reassuring things people
who love each other say to each other
given the hour and such odd
circumstance. I do remember
you remarked how it was light
enough in the room that you could see
circles under my eyes.
You said I needed more regular sleep,
and I agreed. Each of us went
to the bathroom, and climbed back into bed
on our respective sides.
Pulled the covers up. “Good night,”
you said, for the second time that night.
And fell asleep. Maybe
into that same dream, or else another.
WRONG BIRTHDAY FAKE RAYMOND CARVER
FROZEN TIME HIT THE SPOT
OR HAMLET´S PROCRASTINATION