What Happens Each Time I Lounge Up in My Bed

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What Happens Each Time I Lounge Up in My Bed

Imagine all this happening at once in three minutes of your life? I don’t know what kind of a person I am anymore.

I’m lounged up in my own bed;
listening to powerful jazz
smooching away a chocolate bar
warming up with a cup of coffee
browsing through all the nothings
holding breath like the rest of the country
checking on the latest sports score
stumbling into the same cruel news
disappearing into reveries of the future
coughing out illnesses and heartaches
freeing fears, guilt, and shame
liking my beloved sister’s posts
listening to strangers’ cries
laughing over funny pets
planning work lunches for next week
muttering jokes to myself
apologizing to my education
thanking my failures
praying to go home
redeeming God’s gifts
fighting with time
surrendering to myself
as I’m lounged up in my own bed.


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