mornings

[Orion]

Why does it hurt so much? Or better – why does it linger,
Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting.
I wake up, slowly, Slowly, slowly?
slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day.
and it’s not just my shoulders
that feel discomfortThese two lines seem good. Could use punctuation, though.
because the aircon has been turned too low > I could understand this, if it was in a metaphorical or symbolic way. Though, most of the time Russia is cold.
and there’s no hiding from it in my small room.
I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled
Diagonally. Because I’m Russian and I like to expropriate > Seriously?
all the spaces
that had once been yours. > I like these last lines. It draws out the speaker, and also tells us the big, 'Why'.