Midnight Phone Calls Can Be Foreboding…

I had been asleep for about an hour last night when the phone rang.  It was my doting father reminding me that my injection is this morning – such a harbinger of good news. I tossed and turned for another hour ruminating upon the morning to come before I could go back to sleep. I opened my eyes several hours later to the dark of my cozy and cool bedroom.  It was 6:30am. The first light of dawn could be seen on the eastern horizon. Maggie sleepily followed me into the kitchen as I got some grits to boiling. I scrambled six eggs of which Maggie got three scrambled and plain. I ate mine with sharp cheddar cheese.  Maggie made short work of her eggs as she then lay on the floor beside me awaiting any dropped morsels.  I quietly sat eating breakfast as I was daydreaming about the computer parts I may hopefully get for my birthday. Look to the Heavens… I just searched for “stars in the loft” and this image popped up along with several others. If I ever have children, then I want their bedroom ceiling to look like this, except I would like the ceiling darker with sparser stars and real constellations. This would’ve just mesmerized me and left me spellbound as a small child.
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