If only I could really sleep in.

I open the curtains to find the sea. I watch the waves rolling in and admire the colors of the sky.

Decaf in a paper cup. The smell of the ocean air. Firm sand. The sound of waves crashing on the shore. You still get the same layers of watercolor-sky. I could stay here forever.

Plank Coffee. Cloverdale. How come everyone else’s downtown is so much better?

I think this woman has sold me game tickets before.

Warmer and warmer and warmer. Tame Impala.

More tired than yesterday and the day before yesterday and the day before that. What keeps me awake?

Never taking for granted how much I enjoy coming home.

Fifty-nine degrees inside.

Still sleeping.