By Artdog
Date: 10 October 1999

late night nap

An untouched cup of coffee gone cold, stained rings.
A capless pen dried up,
chicken scratch on the back of an opened envelope.
A soft twinge of pain from my watchbands imprint on the side of my face,
and that damn uneaten apple.

I scowl, fumbling towards the bed-
those sheets are going to be cold.