There’s the usual lethargy, I choose not to go to bed nor to lie on the couch.
Instead I opt for the cold hardwood floor, I need to rest, not relax.
I lie there staring at the ceiling. I think it would be pretty cool if all
of my furniture was attached to the roof. I imagine what I would do
with the extra space and wonder what might happen if I were to turn
on my ceiling fan.
My backbones dig into the wooden floor, it feels like I am lying
on ice. I pretend I am dead.
My cat wanders around and then jumps onto a seat nearby
to observe, I suppose.
I listen to the sounds of the building, a baby cries and I hear cars outside.
I sort of relish my physical discomfort, it is a distraction.
The cold reaches my core, I wonder if it is possible
to get hyperthermia from the floor.
I stand up and turn on my light, which flickers, dims
and then goes out.
I had only just replaced the bulb so I get angry
and repeatedly flick the light switch off
The light does nothing the first few times
and then starts to come back to life.
When it is functioning normally, I switch it off and on again,
daring it to go out. It doesn’t.
I sit on the couch and the cold clings to me.
That pretty much sums up a chunk of my day.