Gray

I can barely tell I am awake. The view from the window is colorless. The fog hides the buildings in the neighborhood. Only the orange, green, and red stripe running across the façade of the 7 Eleven store across the street pierces the gray.

A 1941 Rita Hayworth movie plays on Turner Classic Movies. My crush on her grows stronger each time I watch one of her movies. If only I’d been born in a different place and time, we would have been lovers. Everybody deserves a pleasant daydream.

My body tells me I did not sleep last night although I fell into spells of unconsciousness several times. I did not dream and for that I am thankful.

I have written a blog posting. I have executed the first duty of the day.