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I feel blue. No, not blue. Grey perhaps.

Flat and still like a glass of water left sitting on the night stand, dust gathering on the surfaces like leaves on an abandoned swimming pool.

Decisions need to be made but I don't want to make them, I want to nap. For at least a month, three ought to do it though.

And when I wake I will be a fizzing glass of lemonade with bubbles bursting like tiny fireworks on the surface and a flavour that makes naps seem a million miles away.

. image by me