Asleep at the Mouse

by Margaret C. Rigsby


In the quite early hours before a new day wakes
often times I dislodge my head; banged, grooved and hurting,
from objects on my desk, keyboard - wherever it landed
when somnolence took over.
 
I was just awake I thought, until I look at the clock.
Surfing the internet superhighway at lighting speed
falling asleep at the mouse is not advisable, an open connection
and no driver. 

I need a bumper pad for my head.
I think I must hit hard by the indentations
I find left behind from my narcoleptic episode.
I could use an alarm to warn me upon impact,
maybe I can search the internet for something like that.



October 6, 2003
© Margaret C. Rigsby

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