Gutter Day of Jet Black Hair

Day is down in the gutter. Woke up with the anxious feeling of only wishing to return to the embrace of my rapid eye movement. These days always end with a prolong wanting that becomes disappointment.

At night those fantasies remain in my head. Is this an obession? Why did I not blabber out the words? I miss those deep brown eyes. The jet black hair and the button nose. Where did you venture off to? Will I ever run into you at some random place? Will my tongue still be tied in knots as will yours? What would you think if you knew that I have dreamed of you in a 1,000 different ways? Probably run the other direction.

Work day is painting into a corner and I will hop out the window. Home will be cleaned and scrubed for company this weekend. Relaxation is planned for later week days.