fisty mog

My alarm went off at 4:07 am. A blanket of fisty mog covered the valley. The cold wafted in the bedroom door when I walked into the living room to get ready for work without waking Andrew. I set out my clothes on the couch the night before like I always do, though I inevitably forget my socks and have to root through my drawer without light to find a pair. I expected a shock of cold when I walked out the door with my bike, but it was surprisingly warm. Mist stuck to my eyelashes as I rode to work. I ran every red light in town, not a car in sight.

I woke groggy and weary with my head in a vice. I popped the dreaded coveted migraine pill and went to work anyway. Then I giggled at the pills effects after I was over my nausea and vice grips. I get clumsy and forgetful. I once spilled the entire contents of my backpack onto the floor of a public bus after taking one of these pills. Then after collecting all of my belongings from the far ends of the bus, I spilled an entire cup of coffee on the guy in front of me. Fortunately this morning I just felt like I was walking crooked. And forgetting everything.

And when I walked out of work I gave the pear that I had brought for breakfast to a homeless guy outside. And a crazy man played the harmonica and sang in my direction "good morning beautiful" "thank you for the coffee this morning". And a random guy on a cool cruiser bike asked me if I was on my way to school.