Those Mornings

Sometimes

I wake up and

The world seems a little dim.

My head is quiet and

I walk through the day

As a zombie,

Wading through

Chatter behind my back

Eye rolls at my behavior

Assumptions of my reason

For acting the way I do.

I am unable to explain,

Even here,

Because I don’t even know why

Myself.

I just open my eyes

On those mornings

And know.