“He’s basically On A Road Trip Through The Dark Side Of Himself”

There are mornings when I wake and feel more lost than complete. The choice of remaining in bed or not is always a luxury in cases like these.

I dawdled in feathers and cotton – my bed – and soon climbed the brittle ladder from my fire escape to my roof. I brought a window curtain meant for winter. Sturdy and thick, it would be my shelter from a possibly scalding roof floor, or an additional layer for my naked calves. The dress I wore was silk, and without a closing I tied it in a bow beneath my arms. It wanted to slide down, and several times before I went up, it did. I clothed my arms in a white sweatshirt, and loaded my backpack with water and books. The moment before the climb is always cautious. I take a quick glance upwards, nod in ascension and step high onto the ledge; my boost onto the ladder.

The Sun was stilling the wind for awhile. I felt fortunate to be there, warm and safe. A pigeon landed near me and strolled, it’s gaze wary. I turned over onto my stomach, opened my journal and thought. I listened to the delicate suburban part of town I live in. My thoughts fluttered aimlessly, and soon my chin was resting on my forearm. Naps come so easily.

Nevermore

A soft call woke me up. My watch told me it was a short nap. Clouds swarmed the sky and the Sun, leaving me to turn my curtain blanket as an extra cover. An hour had passed on that platform, and within a couple short hours, my bones seem to have reformed. I smiled because Time seemed to be relaxed, just when I needed it to be.

Now, time for a walk in search of the perfect avocado.

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~ by WordsOfAFeather on August 20, 2011.