Just Another Day

You need to know: This is something I found lying around in an old folder. I'd written this about four years ago - it's incomplete but I would like to know what you think of it... Good or bad... I'm open to a review!

I wake up to the morning rain. I love the rain. The steady beating of the drops onto the windowsill calms my warm and sleepy head. It is time. I must rise and seize the day.

Coffee's brewing. The warm, brown aroma fills the room and my senses are awakened. The water breaks onto my face. The thin, transparent sheet shatters into a million stinging droplets. They tickle my skin, play with it, tease it. This amuses me.

Jazz on the radio. The soft, smudgy melody enters my brain. Note by dusky note. Somewhere in the midst of telephone numbers and forgotten errands they make their esoteric home.

Crumpled sheets must be folded and smoothed. I do this with apathy. My bed gains tidiness and loses character. The doorbell rings and is discordant with the radio. My brain is not happy with this asymmetry.

Yesterday's world infiltrates my home on sheets of paper. I learn that a child was being born on a bus as grime left fabric in my washing machine. Time is so eventful. I remember to buy fruit.

The sepia-coloured brew thaws my insides. I drain the cup and am left feeling hungry. The apple is squeaky between my teeth. The flavours mingle. Bittersweet.

I walk into my second skin and enter the world of the dressed. The face in the mirror needs attention. A little putty to smoothen the flaws and a dash of colour from a tube. My painting is finished. It is presentable now. I can show it off to the world.

I leave my home and a melody seeps into the voice in my head. It’s the voice that does my thinking. Familiar tune. Perhaps the morning's notes surreptitiously intruding a non-musical moment? I smile.

One foot follows the other with effective mindlessness. They keep time as the world bobs to their rhythm. Perhaps the whole world exists solely because I perceive it. Interesting thought. Egotistical.

My timekeepers slow down as I step onto that metal box with wheels. My eyes read the words. Get more from your car. My mind reads the signs. Get more from your car. Get more from your care. Get more from your cares. Get more from your caress. It is easy to occupy my mind. Caress more from your gut.

Purged air brings the taste of coffee back to my tongue. My transient neighbour is startled. I’m not sorry. My mind laughs. I smile. Another sign reminds me to alight. Spoil yourself. Toil poor elf.