Please be well

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Silver Mt. Zion, Tra-La-La Band – Horses In The Sky (Live)

I worked for eight and a quarter an hour, doing bullshit work, but I didn’t mind it much because for the first time in my life I didn’t have homework. Every afternoon I would come home to my subleased apartment and plop myself down on the vomit brown loveseat I’d inherited when the Burks’ grandmother had died, and I would put on a record.

I vacuumed, but the house was dirty. Particles of dust would swirl in the rays of sunlight splayed by the window slats.

I would push my shoes and socks off, rubbing my feet together and scratching between my toes.

“What are you doing?” my roommate would demand when he got back from law school. “You’re  just sitting there, existing!”

And it was glorious. The sunlight would fade against the far wall and my feet would chill in the open breeze. Eventually I would put on shoes again and leave my room to interact with humans. But for those moments alone in the swirls dust of my room and with the records idly spinning on the turntable, well, those are the moments I want back.


One Response to “Please be well”

  1. Catherine says:

    Awesome, I totally agree.

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