There is no where I have to be, nothing I need to do for hours. It is early April morning, but the city hums with summer: air conditioning and sprinklers.
I stretch and turn over onto my stomach. I bury my face in the scent of someone else's sheets. I hear kids at a distance. The aching part of the year when it feels like summer but still, there is school. I remember. The countdown days. I am outside of all that now.
Stretch again and flip again. Reach down and pull on my jeans. I have the intention of going out, for coffee, for juice, for sunshine, but the light moves so softly on the other side of these blinds, illuminates the room inch by soft pink inch, so I lie back down, pull my headphones on, press play, fill my head with sounds.
The Roots and other summer music. K-OS, bouncy hip-hop that makes you think of stacked girls in tank-tops. City walking rhythms. The light reaches me.
One more stretch and I'm on my feet, wash my face with headphones still on, wash some dishes, make some coffee. Take two shots of last nights rum and I'm open like a morning glory.
Today could turn into anything at all.
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