Witching hour
I like the pattern of waking up in the early morning and writing to myself.
I was having another dream that I lost all my clothes and was foraging for free stuff. Some wool socks with devil faces on them. A blue shirt with pinstripes on one shoulder that I didn't really like. I stole sone brown pants from a display but the owner chased me and wanted to make me repay with work. He said I ruined the hem of the pants so I'd have to work with his daughters both of whom were topless. I left and it started snowing. I couldn't find my keys to my empty apartment—a friend had stayed there and stolen everything. I think it was Andrew Rubin. It took my forty five minutes to get my own shirt on because I was wet so I was late for school and had to drop out. I had done enough school anyway and kept failing the science test. I don't know the first thing about formulas and could not imagine an answer to a single question.
Then I woke up in the dark night and listened to Ceci purring by my hip. So wonderful. So warm. I had to go to the bathroom so I tried not to disturb her. She just got up, stretched, and went into the living room. I'm alone again under the sheets and quilt.
Just me. No one knows I'm here, or cares. I do, but that's different. I'm different from others now. I got a new plant as a gift two days ago, and repotted several old ones including one I shipped from New York. I don't want to leave my bed but when I do I'll check on the plants to see if they're happy after all the change and excitement. I don't have any plans for the holiday weekend. I cleaned the whole house yesterday. It smells fresh still.
Thanks for the time writing. It's fun.
I was having another dream that I lost all my clothes and was foraging for free stuff. Some wool socks with devil faces on them. A blue shirt with pinstripes on one shoulder that I didn't really like. I stole sone brown pants from a display but the owner chased me and wanted to make me repay with work. He said I ruined the hem of the pants so I'd have to work with his daughters both of whom were topless. I left and it started snowing. I couldn't find my keys to my empty apartment—a friend had stayed there and stolen everything. I think it was Andrew Rubin. It took my forty five minutes to get my own shirt on because I was wet so I was late for school and had to drop out. I had done enough school anyway and kept failing the science test. I don't know the first thing about formulas and could not imagine an answer to a single question.
Then I woke up in the dark night and listened to Ceci purring by my hip. So wonderful. So warm. I had to go to the bathroom so I tried not to disturb her. She just got up, stretched, and went into the living room. I'm alone again under the sheets and quilt.
Just me. No one knows I'm here, or cares. I do, but that's different. I'm different from others now. I got a new plant as a gift two days ago, and repotted several old ones including one I shipped from New York. I don't want to leave my bed but when I do I'll check on the plants to see if they're happy after all the change and excitement. I don't have any plans for the holiday weekend. I cleaned the whole house yesterday. It smells fresh still.
Thanks for the time writing. It's fun.
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