Friday, 27 August 2010

Wake Up And Smell The Coffee

I woke up and I didn’t know where I was.
Waking up most days in a new place it’s not surprising. And sometimes I wake up in an in-between place, like on a bus, a train, or a plane.
But, ironically, this time I was in my bed, at home. I was back.
Although I’m not so sure it feels like home anymore. And there's no toilet paper.
Now what?

4 comments:

  1. If I want smart-arse comments on my blog, I'll make 'em...

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  2. You'll never have a smart arse unless you buy some toilet paper.

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