Ten.Seven Hundred & Eight
Today is the hot one.
I remember that I turned off the alarm last night. I am okay with this slightly later start to the morning.
Remember to get coffee today.
The contrast of the blue and the brown and the green. The sky feels so big. I give myself an imaginary pinch. I know that this is not a dream.
By wine 3 we all relax a little bit. Also, this was a surprise.
He says that it’s okay, that everyone is stressed. I tell him it’s not that. It’s that this messy kitchen and the fact that I seem to be the only one ever cleaning it that is making me feel stressed.
I open the box and it’s a mug she’s made herself. It’s short, but with a sturdy handle. It reminds me of the sea. I almost cry on the sidewalk.
I forgot coffee.
I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. This too is a side effect of stress.