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Today:
I can smell autumn in Boston coming from out side the window, my after-shave lotion, something delicious the neighbors are making for breakfast, the Burt's bees on my lips.
I can feel the cool breeze, how heavy my eye lids are, the comfort of the floor, how hungry I am.
I can see familiar space, her all curled up in bed, some sunlight.
I can hear a man fixing his motorcycle, now driving away, her neighbors annoying alarm clock that goes of every few hours all day, all week.
It's 11:11
I'm going to Fenway with her and her family for a Pawsox game.
It's kind of a big deal.
I'm their favorite.
Today
Feels different.
I can smell autumn in Boston coming from out side the window, my after-shave lotion, something delicious the neighbors are making for breakfast, the Burt's bees on my lips.
I can feel the cool breeze, how heavy my eye lids are, the comfort of the floor, how hungry I am.
I can see familiar space, her all curled up in bed, some sunlight.
I can hear a man fixing his motorcycle, now driving away, her neighbors annoying alarm clock that goes of every few hours all day, all week.
It's 11:11
I'm going to Fenway with her and her family for a Pawsox game.
It's kind of a big deal.
I'm their favorite.
Today
Feels different.