I sleep on 10,000 clocks
to feel time pass.
I reach in foggy dreams
from inside my fleeting bubble
and take a drink from the nightstand.
Rolling over, numb to nighttime chatter below,
I crunch glass time
beneath my weight.
The hands continue their journey
and pull at my suffocating skin.
I sleep on 10,000 clocks
and never leave my bed.
I need to feel time’s vibrating touch at all times.