|04:33 am - a rare moment of peace|
I'm clean, my clothes are clean, my hair is drying, there's a slight breeze from the fan.
Nothing hurts, nothing itches, I'm awake enough to be happy and yet not awake enough to be thinking of anything distressing.
I don't have to be anywhere or say anything right away. The city lights are gorgeous, and the sky is just barely lightening.
"It won't last. But what does?"