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Day 11 - Sound
Jan. 11th, 2020 10:05 pmTwo jars of coffee to the sound of morning birds.
Garden leaves inside a large white bag to the sound of iTunes.
Pull ups on gymnasium rings to the sound of my breath.
Afternoon nap to the sound of kittens purring on my chest.
A large pile of white laundry to the sound of Bach.
Squeegee and wet rag across kitchen floor to the sound of 90s ecstasy.
Tapping in and out of iPhone to the sound of not hearing back from him.
Laptop on bed to the sound of crickets.
Heavy eyelids to the sound of not even 10pm.
Garden leaves inside a large white bag to the sound of iTunes.
Pull ups on gymnasium rings to the sound of my breath.
Afternoon nap to the sound of kittens purring on my chest.
A large pile of white laundry to the sound of Bach.
Squeegee and wet rag across kitchen floor to the sound of 90s ecstasy.
Tapping in and out of iPhone to the sound of not hearing back from him.
Laptop on bed to the sound of crickets.
Heavy eyelids to the sound of not even 10pm.
