First thought: Where am I?
It took me longer than usual to place everything together this morning. As secondary colors start to compose, I realize I know this duvet all too well.
Second thought: What an appalling color scheme.
It’ll take me even longer to push myself out of bed today for the night before left me desensitized. When I finally do make my way out of bed, everything I need to do will be done heedlessly and at an incredibly. slow. pace.
Last thought: I need coffee.
With this in mind, I pick up my pace and hop into a shower, which I cannot seem to get right. No matter how much I fidget, the temperature continues to disappoint. This shall pass, so I leave the house with more anxiety than before. Therefore I decided to make some changes.
“No, I will not have my usual medium redeye. I’ll take a large coffee instead, no room for cream.”
Need I mention, that awkward shower enthralled me to quit smoking? Enthrall, then disappoint. As always.
This will fail for as soon as I make my way outside the coffee shop; I had the most delightful drag.
There goes round one. One of twenty.
If I stay here, I'll dim out.