mood: moodymusic: 'pyramid song' by radiohead

it's 6 o'clock and electronic bells fire off in the pale blue sunlight. all at once, my body is launched into a state of shocking unrest and restless shock. 3-letter onomatopoeia could never mater the 4-letter words mumbled into the pillow.

i stand up half-hunched with droopy eyelids and sagging self-worth. moving from the safe, warm blanket blanket into the cold, stark room, it's like being ejected from the womb into the world of bright lights and seafoam facemasks.

i look in the mirror and see my eyes. they're still dripping with sleep. puffy and overfed with cycle after cycle of R.E.M.

in the shower the water drips and drops until cling clang squeak squeak it's steaming and piping, tempting me to stay to my heart's desire.

but i can't. in 5 or 10 i'm already in transit to another jumble of useless words, hitting me mercilessly until i'm a bleeding pulp of a man, pleading for escape back into the sleepy land of cotton comforters and plush pillows. i look to the person on the right and say, 'good morning.'

---Goei---