Where are you?
Not in my arms.

I have this habit, when I have slept deeply, of waking up with my body slid halfway down the bed - the mattress, the futon, or whatever it is bearing my weight these nights - until my legs extend long past the edge, sticking out into the air. Things I use to warm me in the night rest in a pile on the floor below my suspended toes.

I hope I have slept enough.