Tue 8 May 2007
- The tiny blister on the roof of my mouth from a rigorous bubble-blowing contest.
- A repetitive, bell-like sound in the central A/C vent.
- The weave of the dining room chair fabric pressing into my leg.
- A produce bag containing red potatoes with its mouth moving in the A/C breeze.
- To my left, the bottle of chalky chewable calcium that my doctor insists I must eat regularly. I don’t like to.
- A sense of fatigue and sadness, nestled inside a larger sense of safety and well-being.
- The way my eyeballs feel as they move around the room. They are wet machines.