23.05.19 I wake up screaming in my dream In tune with the alarm. Not yet restored, I’ll sleep some more, I’ll be late for work. I don’t mind. When I no longer can Stretch the fabric of time With another dose of “Just five more minutes” I tear myself off the bed. And the loop goes on, What was built must be deployed - Keys, phone, subway, shoelaces, Subway, run, bus and make-up on the bus. “Code monkey go to job.” The office is usually hungry Stalking and waiting to swallow foreign markets, Craving to eat you alive With your dreams, and your nerves and your time. With its corporate shine It could make Eastern Europe look just like Dubai. With its mess and its gossip and drama and dread Could be the family you never had. But today it’s sleepy and quiet Lazy after overindulgence Waiting for the holiday to empty its belly. While time creeps towards the evening I slime my way out of the office And into the clogged drain of Sofia traffic To be re-spawned into something magical And continue to prepare For the inevitable end.