I actually hand wrote this in San Francisco, but only have updated it into the blog. Enjoy!
The sun filtering through the window warmth drizzling just enough to wake me. I stretch on the gray modern couch that tinges a bit purple. It’s chilly but I’m still not wearing socks. They’re restrictive in this city of loose acts. I may dress conservative, my hair and makeup refined but I rebel when it comes to my feet.
Some days it’s through shoes—4” black stiletto boots. I teeter high over the mundane. Other days—like today—I wear nothing at all. My feet: naked and pure.
The coffee is brewing in the other room like Pepe Le Pew I follow the aroma. My eyes not open yet; just my nose as I drift along that zigzag line. Rounding the corner she stands with a cup. Her hair messy with that just got out of bed look. She turns and greats me. The only greeting I could ever agree and laugh at this early. “Normally I’m a zombie in the morning. Mmmm all I think of is brains.”
© 2010 Jeannie Hart
About the Author
Jeannie Hart is a published writer, who works in diverse fields of the industry. She has had pieces published through local and national websites, indie papers, and magazines.Currently Jeannie is revising her next novel ‘Road to Revolution’. And is in the process of drafting ‘Chicago is Dead’.
Ray Bradbury sums up her current writing situation nicely, "quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you're doomed."
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