I want to be grumpy and angry and bitter and just groan and sleep forever.
But there is a breeze coming through my window and it smells like the coming of fall. The crow across the parking lot would be obnoxious on any other day, but the fact that I can hear it means that my hearing isn't ruined like I thought it was from the concert. I can hear someone trying to start their car and it's not going well and I'm grateful for the Cazz machine and for the ability it gives me to take my roommates the long way home so that we can sing our favorite songs and feel infinite. Misao is still sound asleep in the bed next to me and her breath is even and calming and I'm relieved that her sleeping issues seemed to have resolved themselves. Plans are becoming solid for making some magic happen and I'm beyond excited and hopeful for seeing people I love being happy. I feel like I'm going to be productive today, as long as the migraine stays at bay, and if I go eat something and take a med, then I think I have a good chance of keeping it away.
There is a word for this feeling. and I only feel it once in a while. completely and fully. moments when I realize that my life is so freaking beautiful that it almost hurts. Mere moments when I let out the sigh that means only one thing.
I am content.
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