half awake, in my bed, sleeping

my bed yawns when
she wakes us up at dawn.
every morning is the same,
when i take a shower with the same water
that was pouring out of the shower head
yesterday,.
the guitar is always lazily leaning by the wall,
smirking at me so i turn and look somewhere else.
there is no relief, i feel uneasy around brittle toothpaste,
the crazy cupcake tries to strangle me again
and the front door handle screams as i clutch it and
walk out the door.
the objects are as weird as people and positions are equally false.