different toilets
in the night
no guiding light
strange bed
wrong height
no morning tea
no toast
no shower
up at an ungodly hour
disorientated
stimulated
rote schedule up in smoke
awoke
to daring
and to kicking
the routine
life
reasserts itself
you will not
fall apart
in any place
in any case
morning
noon
or night.
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