Clear Blue Saturday

I woke up to the morning with the bright sun cutting through my blinds. He tried to fix the problem a week ago by hanging up my Persian scarves, but I need those for the wind. I took them down.

I could feel the thickness of the black and mild in my mouth and the lingering alcohol from the pub down the street. Last night was a dark one. 

My eyes are puffy from the beating of my own head. 

I'm sorry for the things I've done. 

Today there is an offbeat.

Wake up