Sunrise

I was up late, around 4 a.m.
I hadn’t stayed up that late, 

I just woke up around three or so
and couldn’t get back to sleep.

I tried reading a short story, but
it didn’t help. 

I got the story.
I understood what the author

was going with it.
I just couldn’t get past the coffee I had 

earlier in the evening.
I was wide awake and

surprised I fell asleep at all.
It was early Sunday morning,

so I opened the blinds to watch
the daybreak. 

Thinking I could make the most of it—
see the sunrise.

Instead, I fell asleep again and dreamed
about the story I’d read.

There was a baby in it, an ugly one,
which is nothing like a new day at all.

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