Woken with familiar sounds of the alarm this morning warped me to another day. Other shit to get started and finish and other shit to think about and procrastinate. My leg lies there, well folded into a contorted mountain view from where my head is focused. The other leg does its own thing. Still the alarm goes off, grabbing my ears while bracing me for the next verse. This will be the signal to get up.

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HUMMMMMM

 

      The fan kicks back a few decimals. The power shuts down with a single counter clockwise rotation of my wrist, thumb and index finger. I greatly yawn taking a huge chunk of radon filling the bottomless expansive caverns of my lungs. Breathing in the same quantity, flipping over corner sheet folds. Beginning the day. My first breath in twenty four hours. The mattress shakes with a violent rhythm that subtly raptures my insides. There was a full bottle of Orange Crush creamsicle pop at my bedside that took a ninety degree turn for the worst. My carpet became a swamp, at first glance I cringed then slap a bed of newspapers to do damage control. "Sup it up" as I head toward the bathroom. My foot had unzipped from the loose features of the sandals bridging the gap between dry and wetland. Soap muffling my skin like a dove in flight as water darts were cross hatching the droplets that fell into this bowl shaped chasm on ceramic porcelain floor tiles. Eyes closed.Imbued with a teensy smudge of innocence.

 

Bzzzz, the shaver went off batteries and all walking out from wooden doors only now realizing the rooms to the apartment had shrunk. Scratching my pointy goatee as the feeling of striding toward the living room. A shallow cast of pastel like lightness struck my attention. 

 

The kids are playing ball, leaning against the window sill,

I feel exclusive, this is a new game. Its the one where Suzzie passes the ball to Sera then gets passed to Mat as he hap- hazardly chucks the ball and condemns it into a mid-air stasis like he got good skill and is set out on becoming the worlds' best volleyball champion. It hits the third story window, quickly my head jerks back a second then i glare back down with an old man's grumpy expression. This was soon faded by the long shallow cast of the sun finally reaching its peak. A quarter to four as the day becomes brighter and brighter. Strings are pulled in centrifuge against the textiles of my hoodie. Tightening the pulleys as my hood is stretched even further past my hillside eye brows. Away from the light, it reminds me of the most fondest of memories.

 

The dramatic rays it provides are apathetic to my interior. I am trapped inside a two in a half via four wall..

 

But i twist the door knob, click and i go despite the absence of my shadow.