WAKING UP

O woke up next to me, my breath felt terrible, and the morning moved slow.

i think any horniness i might have exerted was default behavior, and i wonder deep in my heart whether she felt the same disconnect while we kissed. surface imagery reveals no such realization.

the weather has been good and i walked in my mock neck long sleeve black shirt. i love this outfit so very much.

i strolled around the village looking for a place where i might take a seat with my laptop and write without looking like a crazy person with an out of place laptop. i passed by quite a few places, then grey dog, and decided that's where i'd stay.

but not before i passed by once and then wrapped around the entire block, avoiding the encounter of asking for a seat in the restaurant, because i'm not accustomed to this. i don't feel like i belong at all. when i request to sit outside, i kept digging in my wallet for my papers and remembered that i didn't need them. i don't do this much, folks.

sat there, cozied up, had the baseball game streaming from my phone and my grilled cheese sandwich steaming from the plate, and felt very content from my memory. i'd like to be a regular here. it makes me feel like i belong. maybe, though, i belong in many places i have yet to visit.