awoken by the incessant pounding of machinery just below my window. duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh...duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh...duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh. and so forth.
it was 7am-ish, and my pleasant dreams of something now remembered as a flurry of marigold and lavender, were dashed and forgotten. i stared confused at my exposed curled hand peeking out from under the covers; it lay listless and apathetic among the folds.
now that it's morning, actual mornings in the way that i rarely experience, i'm making a list of things to do today. have to look for a book there, perhaps purchase a thing at this one store, meet up with a friend to look for something somewhere. my brain is still flexing itself in these hours, but my body is eager to engage the world.
making plans. always must to make plans. plans for escape, plans for arrivals, plans for food, and friends, and organization. a plan for something at least once a day, and a plan to go to sleep every night.
the sky is a clear and wistful blue, aching for some cloud, any cloud, to interfere within its wide expanse of longing.
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