Awake.
Tired.
The sun is not up.
It will be soon.
The alarm stops buzzing.
Get up.
Get dressed and trudge downstairs for a breakfast that's unwanted.
Brush teeth and hair. Make bed. Makeup and contact lenses, maybe.
Leave home.
You're not really there. You're somewhere else.
Maybe home. Maybe a fantasy. But not here.
That's okay. Look around. No one is.
Three o'clock. Time to leave
You still aren't there, arriving home, finishing more work and maybe finding time for leisure.
That's okay.
You're never there.
Neither am I.