Light glares in so blindingly.
My dog is barking ceaselessly.
Traffic shouts from nearby streets.
I myself prefer to sleep.
When I’m alive within a dream,
I run my life meticulously;
I get up early, spiffed and clean.
The glass reflects me lovingly
And spares me of what others see:
The broke-down failure that is Me.
(Thanks for the photo @imamazii)