Monday Morning

I woke early; the cuckoo clock told me it was half past something. Coddled in the warmth of my bed, I wondered half past what. The night outside black and windy gave no clue.

I wondered would I go back to sleep or hear the clock chime the upcoming hour?

My wondering grew, engaging me in the senseless thought that lies between awake and asleep.

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