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It's one of those mornings you have no clue what time it is.. I'm flashing between being awake and asleep. I know its hot out but I'm comfortable. Comfortable with my grey t-shirt sheets wrapped around one leg and twisted under my torso up the hand of my bent right arm supporting my face. Summer is such an indescribable feeling. Well you can describe it but you can't.. you know? You know what its like? It's like you could put your feelings to a soundtrack. Everyones going to interpret it differently, but it portray's the same kind of feeling. Reguardless of what they get from it.. it's you. Ohh summer. Paradise is a state of mind. It's defined by the little things that make you realize how much you love life.. It's defined by the way the hinges of the cabinets in the kitchen swell in the heat so they don't shut all the way when you go for your favorite green peir one summer glass for fresh ice water. The sound of a fishpond waterfall, the hum of the fan.. experiences you only get from summer. I'm sitting at the edge of my pool looking left, glancing down.. over at mom stumbling across the cement stamped to look like rocks. I get up to sit in a chair by the table under the umbrella, tripping over a joint mom lost on the ground somewhere, aproaching a few magazines and her pipe. I can hear how fucked she is in her voice. Please just go away. My mouth is still numb for the dentist.. but thats not why I'm not responding.. I don't like to talk.. Please don't talk to me. I feel like people talk so much they miss out on life. It's like how fast people walk to get to a destination. Slow down, it's what you get out of the path there. Mom's finally walking away to her car. She's got one shoe on because the dog stole the other one. Doesn't matter. I'm alone and I love it. Dad comes home. He's like a refreshing outlook on life. For some reason this guy makes everything in the world work. He's the embodiment of security and intelligence.