as I am
Sitting at my front window with the April sun on my legs and my coffee on the windowsill. "Coffee" here is a loose term, it's more like 83% almond milk and 17% coffee that I stole from the pot my dad made this morning. Cinnamon doesn't help to make it tasty. Pausing to think about what to write as I cough up a weak immune system that's been collecting in my lungs and not paying rent for a week. I can feel a chair spoke poking me in the soft spot just inside my shoulder blade towards the spine. Doesn't mean I'll change my position though, it will probably be uncomfortable no matter how my anatomy tries to fold itself around this ancient piece of wood work. It's windy out, probably too much so to ride my bike to work later. I'm not interested in arriving sweaty and wind beaten to work with hair that could be confused as a desert tumble weed, that was certainly blowing in the wind. Brother and Father sit behind me consumed by actors faking lawyers putting their fake careers on the line talking back to actor judges showing their objections in front of their actor clients that we take seriously. William Shatner has never been so convincing. Closing my eyes feels uncomfortably nice. When top eyelid reaches bottom eyelid and darkness takes over there's the faintest hint of stinging and warmth that probably belongs to the sleep that didn't come last night to collect them. Sleep, leaving me with it's bags for the day...not very considerate of you sleep. I hope it comes back sometime tonight and takes them home once and for all. Out of the right corner of my right eye leaks the saline solution we call tears. They're probably watering to combat the brightness streaming into the room, trying to pull the extra weight that the squinting couldn't carry. Wiping at the watering dries out my eye like too many Kleenex on a runny nose. Where's the puffs for eye dripping? Scrap booking has made me irritable and my bum hurts from sitting hunched over it glueing memories to the page.
Time to move this caffeine slugged body into motion.
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