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Day 18

I sit & see the room
through the haze of steam
from my morning coffee.
I take less milk these days,
preferring to taste the bitterness
that keeps me going these days.
Wrapped still in my duvet,
I clutch the mug like a buoy,
a lifeline in these days of little sleep.
I leave the room dark until my first coffee is finished,
& then rise,
& start.