"At times I think my coffee and tea addictions truly drive my artistic energy. It’s a small sacrifice for the greater good."

San Francisco

Posted: 1/9/10 | Written by Jeannie | Labels: ,

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