Floor Plans

I woke too early but I stayed in bed.
From 5 to 6, I hunkered down some more.
I planned the daily tasks and thought instead
of dreaming, clocked the light through window door,
and then let floor plans cycle through my head
from houses I inhabited before.
Much more than once, I’ve populated naps
with habitat schematics and old maps.

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