Dreary

Written: January 4th, 2011

My perfect day may be another's worst nightmare. I wake up in the morning crossing my fingers for the sound of a storm. The serenity of the rain falling from the midnight sky, and the wind screaming through the trees around. Breathing in my first breath of today, and out the last of the night, I cross my fingers for natural chaos, because it soothes me.

The days I wake up with the skies wrath, is the day I wake up with a smile. It starts my perfect day, and I know that at least for the next few hours I am untouchable to anything discouraging. With the whole day to myself I walk with a more fluid movement, never missing a beat. I make the best coffee I've ever made, and a breakfast worth bragging about. I light a fire, never turning a light on. Cracking the windows to hear what surrounds me, and turning on a series of movies that will have me lost for the rest of the day.

You may say I'm crazy for loving anothers worst day, but I say I'm poetic in finding the music in the world's disarray.  Call it what you want, anarchy, clutter, disarray, disorder, lawlessness, or pandemonium.. but I call it euphoria.

My perfect day would be nothing more than sitting by a fire watching movies, and listening to the sound of the world outside.. Unable to touch me. Add someone special and a dash of lightening, and I'll have no need to leave this dream. I am the opposite of most, when they dream of beaches and tropical islands, I dream of storms.. and am saddened to wake up with the sun beading in my window. I don't like to squint.