June 15th, 2009
Good morning, monday. An office empty before anyone arrives smells already of coffee beans. (?) I love watering plants in the morning. They awaken, yawning open smiles of yellow, like one of those thank you notes mom is always trying to get you to write after the holidays. I would sign mine with a heart.
Mix a secret into the music and let it conjure some back alley-ed memory. My dreams kept me from sleeping past six. No alarm set, I was in the shower before I realized I was even awake. Smile like flowers.