Darkness enveloping behind my eyes,
rolling in the credits - starring Me - produced by This Day - directed by The Fates.
It's so late.
Leaden arms try to heave the carcass up the stairs.
Am I wearing concrete boots?
I don’t remember.
Stare down to bare feet on bedroom carpet,
wearily peeling layers away.
Top layer cardigan worn to stave off the cold.
Try to unbutton a shirt with fingers
that feel as useful as balloon animals.
I wonder if, these are the same that
deftly moved across the keyboard in rhythmic dance all day?
Eventually, I move to unzip jeans that appear
a size or two smaller than the ones
I jumped into this morning.
Bosom heaved from bra to breathe
an expanding sigh of relief.
I lie on the bed and do
a horizontal twist
to remove the last scrap of material from bum and hips.
Snuggle behind the quilt to sleep.
To sleep, with dreams.
Ahhhhhhh,
What bliss is this!
Credits roll on to The End.
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