Ten till eight?!

Vivid dream,
I wake from sleep.
Stand, stretch
Shoulder cracks,
Knees creak.
Wait, I need
A moment to think.
Oh yes,
I’m awake.
“I’ll brush my teeth.”
No, not yet.
“I need to pee.”
Shower.
Medicine.
Breakfast:
Eggs, toast and jam.
What time is it?
Fifteen till three?!
What the hell am I doing?
I ought to be asleep.
Before long,
The sun creeps
In between the blinds.
Ten till eight?!
S**t,
I’m already late.

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[John the Baptist]

I am not at my sharpest upon awakening, so I can identify with this one. Usually takes the first cup of coffee to render me fully sane. Though I am long retired, I can also identify with the fifteen to three bit. There are few afflictions worse than insomnia.