Stale

‘Why are you always dreaming?’

 

I dream because when I stop

the tap water left in the glass overnight tastes stale

The letter in the doorway is a reminder to register to vote

bedroom floor is full of dirty socks

and undone dishes of a lonely girl

 

My footsteps echo

in the lack of story within these walls

In the mirror

I face an uninteresting protagonist

 

I dream because I have no option

Header art by mirjam10350

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