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