Much To Do
by Natasha Watts
The click of a pen awakens me.
I lift my head to discover the source
across the room
on my roommate’s desk
where she is dutifully etching out her work.
My own books drape across my stomach
where I laid them to rest as I nodded off,
still twenty pages to go.
The pillow calls to me once more,
my eyelids so easily persuaded.
But just as the gentle hum of the air conditioner
begins to blur the world,
The click of a pen awakens me.
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