free wake-up calls
*to my charming, tiny, smelly, loud, sleepless apartment in beautiful Barcelona, Spain
The stale stench of burnt cigarettes fills my living space
It was stronger before; fortunately I must be getting use to it now
Hopefully it can stain my blanket, hair, and clothes
So I can carry this life-changing aroma with me at all times
An old man regurgitates guilt and sadness
An expression of pain from his past- in the form of a horrendous cough
A gasp for breath, a wet gargle, and a deep, grunting plea
I sometimes feel the need to help but my mind finds a way to drift back to sleep
Good morning- they’re ready for me to see my new world
I’ve been looking forward to this moment for quite some time now
Who would have known the calling would be in the form
of the most obnoxious pounding of construction workers
It sounds as if they’re right next to me
A gentle hand brushes across my face
Hammers bash my ears, drills into my heart….
OK, I get it. Time to wake up. I’m here. And I’m still smiling.