maybe forty
in a smaller city here or there
dozed off one night that week
in the middle of a novel
in an old leather sofa
in the public library
Slouched in her seat
the book blocked her breath
which warmed her chest
with every soft exhale
exhale
exhaale
ex-haaale
She woke to find a different page
and someone's footsteps lightly near
a fuzzy feeling 'bout her tongue
and blinked
and wet her lips
she looked about
around a moment
and wondered back
confused
to when and how the time had gone
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