Friday, October 23, 2015

This Week

Imagine your eyes are closed, but you can feel the coolness of the day pressing itself against your bedroom window in the morning. The sun is out somewhere, but it is hidden behind a blanket of clouds hanging high and grey. And I'm sitting on a bus very alone, with the rain hitting the window by my seat, leaving me with a chill for the rest of the week that follows me in and out of drowsiness. It still lingers with me to the weekend, even. This is my week. And I'm both eager and unwilling to let it go.


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