More forest moss than human...

There are days when I wake up
More forest moss than human. 🌳

After dreaming all night in the wilds,
I come back to my human form
And have to rebuild myself anew.
What does my back hurt?
Woah. I have a back.
And fingers.
How do THEY work again...?

This is why my mornings are sometimes a little slow.
A little vacant behind the eyes,
Until after the first cup of tea.

I’m remembering again how to do this human thing... 🌳

Can you relate...?