That strange protean state where
 tiredness transmutes from bone
 weariness into a high pitch whine,
 resonated through a taut jawline.
Oh good, your aerial passage partner
conscientiously mumbles into your ex-conscious
ear canal. 
You're not asleep.
Nor awake now, miles farther down the 
minutes since that early morning
unwaking.
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