bliss

I remember my bed.

I sit at work, trying to focus, and all i can remember is my bed. The sheets felt like a dream this morning.

dreamy enough that I got up when my alarm went off and set it for one whole hour later and crawled back into the dream

little later to work then usual

but in the picture of life, it doesn't matter. and that hour meant more to me then the 15 min i showed up later to work would mean to them

The traffic was slower moving, the radio on.

I called in to win tickets.

caller 10 they wanted

 i was caller 2

and then again

I was caller 8.

not destined to win.

that was the first time i ever even got through.