First Five Seconds.

Wake up, look outside, still the line for gas.
It feels like a movie, not a funny one either.
Lay back down and close my eyes, not my ears.

Listen.

The sound of artificial wind, and a tiny snore.

Think.

Get out of the cocoon to use the facilities?
Stay where I am and ignore my bladder.
Watch the skies for rain clouds.
Imagine warm wet grass beneath my feet.
Pretend I am listening to a live jazz ensemble.
Not the radio, but France instead.
Consider green tea instead of coffee.
Despite knowing that I am going with coffee.
Don't forget to work on yourself today.

Maintenance.

Check that gas line again: yup, still there.
Move things with my brain, in my brain.
This goes here, that goes here also.

Compartmentalize.

That would be a show I might watch.
The Compartmentalizer.
Well, not me, but someone. You.
Maybe.
What do I do with the royalties?
Save it I guess, that is what you are supposed to do.

Plan.

Decide to leave the cocoon.
Brush my teeth while I am up.
Check the windows, it looks like a good one out there.
I appreciate this clarinet solo.
I'm digging this.
It's touching on a very certain nerve in my brain.

Enjoy.

Get up, get dressed, get Burger dressed.
Cereal, coffee, apples and coffee.
I knew it.

Go team!

One thing I know for sure.

Triple threat.

Edison Bulbs.

Fwoooosh!

A few years out and this will all seem so distant and weird. 

Know what I'm saying?

Yeah you do.

Perhaps a sound, or smell will bring you back to the moments that really stuck out.

But the things that stick out generally get rounded over with time anyways.

Sounds, smells and the like just become one far gone memory.

You probably won't even know why you are thinking the thoughts you think, in the future I mean.

You'll lose your focus for a second, and probably fuck it up whatever you are currently doing.

Just hope you aren't operating any heavy machinery.

Each day becomes hazier and blurrier as they fall away.

The next thing you know you are at some kitchen table looking at a lasagna, lovingly baked.

A couple of tears form in the corners of your eyes, and you think "how weird".

And then, just like that, you are in a chair maybe looking out a window.

Watching a Father and Son run past your window on their way to the park.

Trying their best to appreciate every single fucking second.

I love you guys.

Another Day.

You have to want it.

So I was just sitting here. 

Chilling.

Chill.

Ch...

Reading about how to be a better person through the power of Google.

All the different ways to better myself and deal with the sudden and constant barrage of self doubt I feel lately. 

Thanks Google, I am all better now!

Just ate a carrot.

Not one of those tiny, whittled guys.

Like, a regular big carrot.

Just chomping away.

Like a Horse.

Correction, like a Horse on his way to embetterment.

Like and embettering Horse.

You know how they say be careful what you wish for?

They sure do say that.

They also say that tomorrow is another day.

One day at a time and all that.