//wake/sleep_

(a true story)

i wake up with my right forearm in the air.
i try to put it down.
it does not move.
i move my left arm, to try to find my right.
i do not find my right arm.
my left hand passes through emptiness.
my right arm hangs in the air.
my left arm waves around, trying to find its counterpart.
my right arm hangs in the air.
my left arm flails desperately in the dark, seeking something that is not there.
my right arm hangs in the air.
my left arm drops in defeat.
my left arm lands on something soft, something cylindrical.
my right arm is lying on the bed.