At Lock In right now, and the room’s pretty much a darling of a nest, can’t bear to leave this bed.
Meanwhile, Dad had a row with the service-people at the buffet. It was something about the voucher and the service guy just had a shit of an attitude by not allowing us to have breakfast because we somehow just didn’t receive the vouchers. So my dad gave him much of another shittier attitude that sounded like “because of you I’ll never eat here again!!”
While they were at it I was just eating my heart out, nicely done.
She wakes from a misty dream
curled up at the edge of the sofa.
Under the cool of the ceiling fan,
her mind is clearing from the vague images of kisses
from a boy who never loved her.
The lady on the tenth floor is singing her heart out
in an off tuned melody
and the 2 o clock sun radiates from the balcony.
Slow moments of waking
in the afternoon heat,
felt strangely unbounded by time.
She wakes, relinquishing the slow tranquility of the moment
of becoming into existence
and wished it would last forever.
For if she were fortunate and left this home in love,
these moments she would miss the most.