Routine

The air in my lungs was never more refreshing, the sun never warmer than in this moment. The sky is the bluest I've ever seen and the grass beneath my legs, the ever dancing, sharp, and soft grass I comb my fingers through has never been so lusciously and vibrantly green. I relax completely and lay my head back, the smell of wet earth becomes dominant. I close my eyes and

Sleep.

Up. Ugh.

Teeth.

Hair. tick

Shirt, pants, shoes. why

Food. tok

Keys.

Car. I don't want to do this anymore.

Work.

Lunch. tick is

Work.

Car. tok

Keys. the

Food. world

Shoes, pants, shirt. I'm so tired.

Face.

Teeth. so tick

Down.

Sleep. gray.

Again.

this time with feeling