Hunters BBQ is fucking great.
this is so unfair and I want to sleep forever so I don’t have to deal with things
It wasn’t that late when I woke up.
I felt good, I hadn’t felt good for a long time; I didn’t turn the light on as the grey sky still provided enough light through the blinds. My eyes were open, un-strained and focused. My fingers felt feather-light and responsive. It was as though my body had been re-charged, re-energised. I felt new.
My eyes moved up my wall, it became an American street in the rain in 1924; they paced purposefully between the posters that made alleys, past the smudge-mark lamp-post, and the spider webs. They stopped and looked in at photographs and memories as they trudged toward their destination. As they arrived at the calendar my eyes found themselves again and my brain tried to process the journey. It was the 27th of December, and according to the scratchings I’d made the night before there was someone I needed to talk to.
I got up.
Anonymous, December 2013