Ten.Eight Hundred & Eighty

1. Slippered feet making their way to the kitchen.

2. I pull out a jar of celery juice while I prepare the coffee. The whir of the beans, the sound of the water filling the carafe.

3. I forgot about the banana bread.

4. I claim the same corner of the sofa and write my pages. I will miss not having this time in the morning.

5. She says she’s a little scared but excited. I’m surprised by her choice of studs over the gold balls but who doesn’t love shiny things. I stare at the pen marks on her lobes. I turn my head so that I can’t see the actual act of piercing. I hope she doesn’t notice.

6. Christmas leggings.

7. I so desperately want to nap but can’t seem to fall asleep.

8. I start to think “I’m not ready to go back…” and then stop myself. Gratitude for catching the thought before it completed itself. I ask myself for an alternative, something positive that I can replace it with. “I am looking forward to using this week to pull together the final pieces for the event next Saturday.”

9. No. None of these. Is it just today? My mood? Or do I just know what I want and I can recognize that this is not it?

10. Wet again. I hear the wind whipping through the trees.