Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Monday Night

Through the slits of my eyes I could see white light bouncing off the wall. My sluggish insides jumped a little, glad to know they'd survived the night and were well on their way to a morning of distractions. I opened my eyes wider only to realize it was a false alarm, a stark beam of white halogen trailing off the front end of a nincompoop’s halted car and into my window. I checked for the time in disappointment. It was only 1:37 in the morning, I was still sleeping on a wet pillow and had to bravely drift in and out of sleep for six more hours before rush hour zapped me out of my aching everything.

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