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I must have fallen asleep 

with my laptop balanced on my chest

the heat and the weight,

a somewhat looming annoyance.

It had become unbearable

but I could not wake 

to remove it.

Quickly I realized that 

my legs and feet had disappeared

beneath me and my hips, soon to go

so I lifted my arms above my head

and reached out towards you.

In the moment, I could not speak

nor hear, or smell to that matter

but that I flailed out my arms

for an extended hand 

or heart

and I thought it strange 

that in your hopes to save me

you pulled out from your wallet 

a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

And I took it. 

But soon my arms grew tired 

so I tucked them in close

with Benjamin Franklin 

who was evermore hot 

and heavy.