When you wonder where you are
Woke up on the couch this morning.
I have reached a point where I have bought a nice couch. When you reach that point in life you are not supposed to wake up in a pain induced haze wondering why you are sleeping on the couch. See you are supposed to have structured things. It is part of the reason your place looks like you were trying to reproduce some kind of a theme rather than shot glasses from airports you've visited and those really cool toys now posed like they are blasting each other from bookcases across the room.
So why did I wake up on the couch?
Long Islands.... The discussion of hilarious memories of the Belmont neighborhood and Clarks.... Baseball stories..... Something about the politics of Toledo. I think that is when I switched to pints.
Wednesday morning. 6:42 am. Light starting to stream through the gap in the living room curtains. Thank God that the other side of the apartment gets the morning sun. Thank god that the dog decided to sleep down the hall and is not excited that I am awake.
Taco Bell.
Oh that is going to suck later.
So what about the dreaming. Dreaming that woke me up. Knees bent and fingers stroking hair and that gold chair was awful. Why does that have to stick out.
Now thankful that I am no longer living out of a tiny apartment/office.
Have to do something about the papers on the dining room table.
Starting to remember that I have a bound journal hiding somewhere.
I have reached a point where I have bought a nice couch. When you reach that point in life you are not supposed to wake up in a pain induced haze wondering why you are sleeping on the couch. See you are supposed to have structured things. It is part of the reason your place looks like you were trying to reproduce some kind of a theme rather than shot glasses from airports you've visited and those really cool toys now posed like they are blasting each other from bookcases across the room.
So why did I wake up on the couch?
Long Islands.... The discussion of hilarious memories of the Belmont neighborhood and Clarks.... Baseball stories..... Something about the politics of Toledo. I think that is when I switched to pints.
Wednesday morning. 6:42 am. Light starting to stream through the gap in the living room curtains. Thank God that the other side of the apartment gets the morning sun. Thank god that the dog decided to sleep down the hall and is not excited that I am awake.
Taco Bell.
Oh that is going to suck later.
So what about the dreaming. Dreaming that woke me up. Knees bent and fingers stroking hair and that gold chair was awful. Why does that have to stick out.
Now thankful that I am no longer living out of a tiny apartment/office.
Have to do something about the papers on the dining room table.
Starting to remember that I have a bound journal hiding somewhere.