I woke up this morning, puddled around for a bit, got totally dressed and came to the library. I even put on eyeshadow.
I know I came here for a reason.
But I cannot remember what for.
I have no idea.
But I promise there was a reason.
So, now I’m just sitting in a deep leather chair listening to music watching traffic move slowly down Broughton St. waiting to remember.
It’s been 26 minutes already.
I’m not rushing this.