Sunday.

Daylight savings. I didn’t sleep at all. I slept in a bohemian temple, an artists den. Vietnamese food at around 5 a.m.  Pancakes around noon. Wandering around their apartment in the odd hours of the morning, trying to sleep in awkward, cold positions. The place was cold. I thought I lost my phone. Alexi had it. Bridges and icy parks and runners and stairs and no bubble tea. A teenie container of left overs. Watching people eat. Ich habe einen schoene Schnurrbart. The pieces of my day, and someone else’s day, and many other peoples days. The weather is truly lovely. The sun is lovely. And everything else, is falling into place. Of course, only to be blown away again, but that’s fine.  

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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