i woke
not to pee
or roll over
not from dream
or pain

my mouth was full
of saliva

i lay
half dazed
swallowing too much spit
only for
my mouth
to immediately fill

i have worn this skin suit
long enough
to realize when it is
not operating optimally
the oversalivation
was a precursor

in the sprint
to the restroom
to vomit
the blanket tangled
around my legs
my sleep saturated brain
only realizing
as the floor grew
closer and closer
and then
suddenly

ouch

the early warning spittle
the now
bruised arm
the ringing headache
all providing
the accompanying concerto
to nausea

no

i am most definitely not
pregnant.