March 10, 2015
Saccharine. You wear me out. I wake grudgingly, get up and fall back down. Returning to the gentle flow of filtering water, warm blankets. Sometimes my dreams continue, other times I lie awake. Content with the peace. Not thinking of anything in particular, or perhaps being guided my a single idea of which I'm not yet aware. I get up and fall back down. I get up and fall back down. I get up and look in the bathroom mirror, already getting an idea of how the day will go. But I gotta keep marching forward, filling paper cups, sipping.