Some iced tea sounds pleasant, not too sweet, a bit of lemon, summertime in liquid form. Everything was so breathless this morning I could hear the trains in the yard three miles away. I'm embarrassed of my pajamas, comic book blue, and the neighbor lady was out watering her flowers when I let the dogs outside at 5 so I hid behind the door. Funny the space we give ourselves, the room to avoid the obligatory wave. 

I slept well last night, better than I have in weeks.