There's a brief magical time
when I lie in bed
cuddling my warm lap top.
The sleeping pill starts its lull-a-bye
pulling me to the soft spot
Where consciousness, sub-consciousness,
and unconsciousness meet.
I write, and post, and chat.
My thumbs dash off misspelled texts,
I blog and my thoughts mingle
With Queen Mab as my editor.
In the morning, I awake.
Cookie boxes, water bottles and socks
Amid books, papers and dreams.
I open my laptop and begin
To retrace my dreams and ego droppings
Left under a URL pillow.
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