good morning

i wake up with your voice in my head

just one word: my name, steeping with teasing familiarity

i remember it always being scratchy, traveling through telephone lines across states, yet right in my ear, pressed tight when you would get sleepy and soft

and now, my room feels unfamiliar

making coffee seems off

i'm sitting at my desk, frozen, trying my best to reverse this maniacal time machine that controls my dreams