Places, Please

The vacuum was the wakeup call. It must have started itself in the middle of the night. Smart appliance: great with space, awful with time. Keeping an inhuman schedule. It woke up, overworked, slurped me out from under my topsheet like a tablecloth trick. Left the bed perfectly made. Cascaded into feedback around me. Crosshatch patterns of the basest wavelengths ciliated the carpet, plus intake…