As I stirred up from sleep, half awake

Not ready to sit up yet

Got lost for know not for how long…

When I realized that

The rhythm of my heart

Whoosh of my breath

Ticking wall clock

Whirling ceiling fan

Chirping bird outside

Were not synchronous and yet

Made a strange symphony

Then I knew that my pointless thoughts

Were veiling my precious reality

Of me in my World and Now

Finally, I sat up and doodled this.