Breaking Into Song

Yawning awake or yawning I may just sit here for a while I haven’t decided. But, I’m a little chilly, sweater or bathrobe the biggest decision to be made. If only these could be the worst. Up I go. I could add time to the dryer too. Drowsiness sets in thanks to a mouthful of wine, single digits to teens stay outside.

Nothing intelligible so far or am I brilliant? There goes the heat. Reminds me of The Sound Of Music, a few of my favorite tings, things. I’m thirsty. Water. I can’t sit still. The bathroom again. My eyes want to close and there’s the bed.

Maybe the morning and then I don’t feel so bad schnitzel notwithstanding.

There I am.

Head in hand as my arm guides me to the table, slide stop, slide stop, slide stop… headache thinks it should be. Christmas tree lights in their last few days, new times wait in the wing. That’s it for now, mañana, oh; it already is.

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