the rain is falling hard outside my window as the cars swoosh through the intersection. the cat sits idle in the corner longing for the sun, but for now she has settled in the grey. my mind wanders to days passed. days that were somehow simpler.
the radiators are working again. as the clink sounds through the halls the musty smell of summer dust lingers in the air. i turn it up and pour myself some coffee. one sugar and creamy please, in a mug made from clay that came from the earth.
i hope the phone doesn’t ring, or the door doesn’t knock. i need the evening to casually slip into night and for my dreams to be sweet and tangible.
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