That Instant

your cat enters the room licking his chops like he ate something very toothsome, but his food dish is in the bowl you are in and you're certain there was nothing left out he could've snacked on.

Gauging

I hate being an orphan.  Holidays, so many of them are a myth.  I wish there was a setting on the dial between killing them and existing.  I would suppose you must embrace the indecision each and every day.  24 hours at a time; side by each.




///Beach House - Space Song ~ however lovely it would be to staple their skin to the walls of your domicile, it will never work.  Fantasia will.  Wait.

That Instant

you want to be done with it and cut your leg off just below the knee instead of the solitary confinement of twenty more days healing an ankle sprain and dealing in the grays of "almost".