What It Feels Like – To Be In a Hostel Room
Sometimes I woke up and don’t find the room where I used to live for almost my whole childhood. My mom, calling my name saying “wake up son” at least a dozen times before I actually listened to her. So I tried to jot down the emotions I go through with the following words:
The dreams were just finished
My eyes struck back to consciousness
And my sleep was over
The sleep was lovely and deep
MY body was feeling rested.