I was awake this morning

8 AM, the sun had risen

Laying underneath a blanket

I hear a world around me

But not the rushing of the dawn

No

It is the din of a shifting paradigm

The fallout of a gender schema

My door is closed

And the walls are standing

My bed is fixed squarely on the floor

But inside I am remodeled

Blinded by ideals

And expectations

My demands were rarely met

And today

Reality seeks to ridicule

Presuppositions from a previous society

But inside of every man

A woman seeks to escape

And it would seem my roommate is not the exception