My morning, in six syllables.
om I went to bed at 11. I got up at 3. I went back to bed at 4:30. I got up at 4:35. I went back to bed at 6. I saw something about praying for a sign. I fell asleep completely calm, for the first time in as long as I can remember. mani I had a dream. In my dream, I visited everything. My entire current existence, in one way or another. I was afraid. I was guilty. I was angry and sad. But mostly I was happy. In my dream, I saw everyone I know, and also many strangers. I saw boats and a mirror and death and chickens. Yes, I saw chickens. padme I slept late and woke with the sun on my bed. I got up and took a photo of something I didn’t want to forget. The dog was hanging over the arm of a chair, looking at me with sad eyes, and we stared at each other for a long time. I don’t like him, and he doesn’t like me. I scratched his head, and his tail started thumping so loudly it startled me. I took him with me to get coffee. He was so excited to hop in the car, I couldn’t get him to pee first. I tied him out back near a table, where I could see him from inside. Everytime I looked out, he was sitting there watching for me, and he’d jump up excitedly. I didn’t think he could even see me inside the building, so I kept testing it. Lean back, look, and there he was leaping up the second we saw each other. hum A few days ago, I was at the store picking up a get-well card for my uncle, when another card caught my eye, so I grabbed it too. I often buy cards for no one in particular and hold onto them until suddenly they’re perfect and obvious, in the same way that sometimes you just know something, and only later find out the reasons why. So this card has four tiny symbols on it: a thunderstorm, clouds, the sun peeking out, then the sun shining. I loved it, so I brought it home. And I only realized this morning that it’s for me. I should self-address it and toss it in a mailbox somewhere. It’ll find its way back. Because everything’s gonna be OK.j.