Monday, August 10, 2015

My day started with a groggy rising to the morning sun. The morning sun is the brightest sun, i'm not sure if that's because it's fresh to the morning saying hello to the clouds or because my eyes have been shut for a hopeful 9 hours, but it's a pain in the ass when you're trying to sleep. I laid in bed for around two hours before walking around the apartment to find George already awake and listening to NPR on the old radio while making eggs. I walk up behind him and press my face into his back feeling the strength of his shoulders. As i tune into the radio in the background i hear the grim news of a little girls body found at the lake. This is quite worrisome because i live a few blocks away from the lake just outside of Collingwood Heights in a small apartment with not very good security. We turn of the radio and move to the tv with our eggs and turn on the news to find out more information about the death. Not only has a body been found but a window was broken at El Cheapo, nothing was stolen but the window was broken none the less. On the bright side there's a tagger in the neighborhood spreading positive messages and the occasional political angst that's always much needed, #staywoke. Also in contrary to the rise in crime somebody put a pink floral bra on the statue of Collingwood. It's an ugly statue anyways, i'm glad somebody jazzed it up a little. Citizens Patrol doesn't seem to have the same joy in the situation as me, but they really do have much more on their hands than a practical joke.
As i leave the apartment i give a quick kiss to George and grab my keys and rain jacket from the hook. One step into the morning sun has me rejoicing. We've been stuck in rain for a month, which is probably what's driving people to crime. It's enough to make me clean the bathroom and the kitchen. It was much needed but also much dreaded, but i felt a lot better afterwards and so did George. I got into my car and turned the ignition waiting for the engine to rev. I drove this car all the way from Maine to Collingwood Heights the summer after i graduated to meet a few friends to start a road trip. I had no idea that the friends i made in the town would make me stay or that i would meet such an amazing man but i'm glad it all happened. Now i'm just off to another day of work and another night of sleep.

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