Flight.

I have stayed in bed a whole sixteen minutes longer than I should have. I can only see the screen if I keep one eye closed at a time. I hear the sound of rainfall but I wish somehow it was louder, more aggressive. Eighteen minutes...Nineteen...
Twenty...
There really aren't enough thunder storms anymore...
I want to stay here, throw the cover over my head and just stay here.
There's not even any reason for it... ( I'm sure there is, somewhere hidden.wrapped up well within cartilage and bone.) I count the planes that fly over. And check flights to Berlin, trains to Paris...
I re read my book yesterday and discarded half of its contents.
Funny how I'm oh so restless. Yet I can stay in bed staring at the ceiling hissing at the idea of getting up and taking a shower...how much effort it feels like that would take...
Thirty minutes....
Music will make it all better.