Nov 16, 2007 13:11
There is... nothing wrong with today.
Granted, everything is wrong with every day, but today just... less than usual. Nothing has gone exceptionally wrong, anyway.
Really.
It would be a pity for someone to ruin this utterly perfect Thursday, disturbing him and this old collection of ancient watches some collector brought in for him to clean.
It's like a watchmaker's wet-dream, really.
Today is just--
One look out the window and he prays that the person passing by is... doing just that. Just passing by.
He has no idea why he deserves this, he wonders, running a hand over his face.
dreamer