Wake-Up Call

She slogs down her staircase

Drooping eyelids flutter open

To see her living room

Floating in an ocean of water

Sofa bobbing on the waves

Television sunning itself

On the far bank

End table tipped and swaying

To the rhythm of the water

The family picture

Swimming in the ocean

Enjoying the serene waters

Lamps lie dormant

On the calm of the beach

And the TV Guide

Shows nothing of

What is to be seen

She yawns to herself

Wading through the water

Thinking, I sure hope

Someone turned on the coffeemaker