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Alarms signal the start of the day.

In my drowsy state

I miss the steam

and jump into a shower

far too hot.

News anchors feed fear

ad nauseum,

hurricanesearthquakeshurricanesislandsterrorthreatsnuclearbombsethicshurricanesconspiracies

I can’t tell where the stories begin and end.

Notifications vibrate my phone

as I plan

breakfastlunchdinnerworkmeetingslaundrypicturedaywhattowear.

I almost miss his still small voice

echoing my own.

“Let’s stay home and play.”

how are you feeling? this was for an information poem prompt.

I create worlds.