Today, i was sitting,
typing away
when my toes started to go numb.
As if i had tweaked them
messed up the joint,
maybe a nerve was too tight.
I wriggled one
then tickled another
and tried to feel the sensation,
but nothing got through
the thick haze of fog
which then clarified my fascination.
I'm curious, it's true,
about why they sleep
when there's so much to complete
and they simply
silently answer,
"we are just connected to your feet.
You don't need us to type,
or drink or to eat,
so let us rest, then, while we can."
it would've scared me,
if it weren't in my head,
Or they didn't make so much good sense.
So, I left 'em alone and let them sleep.
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