Hippopocampe

One eye open, 7h45. The bed seems far away even though I’m lying heavily on it. I’m not floating. Where did this snow come from? It’s one of those mornings with that numb feeling, that feeling of indifference when you accept everything you come across just because it is. Maybe I’m tired. I don’t really care. I’m in a state where nothing will make me angry, but nothing will make me smile either. Wasn’t I walking down dry empty streets at 1 AM this morning? The Beta Band in my ears, a slight breeze from the open window in the office, snowflakes landing on my cheeks.