Condensation On a Water Glass

There is a nice breeze circulating through my room. It carries a subtle banana fragrance. Why?


I have been listening to a lot of new music lately, right now, Cymbals Eat Guitar. Lovely.

I have to say, I thoroughly enjoy lounging around in a particular pair of sweatpants (thanks J.Crew) that I own. Today is one of my days off. My brain believes it's Sunday, but my ears know better. It's too quiet to be Sunday. Not enough lawn mowers howling, children squeaking or voices in the house to be Sunday.

I... don't know how to finish this sentence?

Small details from my surroundings make me feel better:
- small, sticky patch on corner of storage unit/night stand where gum was placed
- two patches of paint missing on basement wall where a short movie was filmed (by me) 3.5 years ago
- pieces of seaglass from a happy day...

I'm caught in old feelings, afraid to make new ones.
What are you afraid of?

Maybe a giant rabbit?