Call me when you try to wake her up, I can always keep standin’ up
I woke up early, to my roommate coming home late. It looked like summer outside at 7, but it was freezing in my room. The only thing to regret was leaving a nice dream, but perhaps that was the only way to remember it. R.E.M. are gone and a little of me might have gone with them.
With the quiet strum of Veneer coming from speakers on the bedside table, I put my head under the covers until my breathing slowed and the cold air outside seemed precious again. My mother told me last night that I listened to R.E.M. in the womb; they have been a constant in my life, maybe the only one. I thought about how no one person I know has ever pushed, challenged or inspired me to be better. I always have to reach out and do it myself. I thought about losing weight and got up to make oatmeal. Coffee can wait. Back to bed with the heating on and more covers.
Autumn is here and won’t last long: the leaves will be a sloppy mess on the ground before leaving the streets barren for months. I thought about the only thing I want, and how it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
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