summer holidays day four

[bethlizard]

Heavy-grey air, light-headed boredom amd sleepiness, all out of Murakami and cakes; an unborn doll on my table in pieces of cloth - no inspiration to touch needle and thread. Thunder rolls by my head and away into the sky, away.
The guitar sad in the corner, the bed unmade, the dishes dirty, the rooms filled with the same heavy air and thunder.
A faint lightning.
Should I wake up?