That moment

You wake up in the morning.

Your surroundings, all the same, yet eerie. With a sense of disorientation, or maybe delirium, your eyes roll and slide against the sockets as you observe the same scene you come alive to every forenoon. Where was that exasperating sound that would judder you awake? You grasp for your phone, uncharged. Desperate, continuous, taps, from that scrawny little finger, attempt any sort of resurrection that was immediate, but no, you are left stranded. Just like a lifetime lover leaving for the very last time, taking everything that gave you a sense of purpose. A sense of doom shakes your mind. What day is it? What time is it? What about the meeting later? Have you slept through it? Your mind cannot recognize without that rectangle of technology, there for your every move, there always by your side.