Head In The Clouds

I’m the narrator of my life. I don’t hide. I’m like Stephen King, I write the book and then put myself in the movie.

Popcorn! Who wants some popcorn? 

I spin the cans of coconut water to forward face in the mini-fridge. I don’t have OCD, but I do arrange things in visually pleasing ways.

Is there a change I want to make in my life? I won’t listen to the knee-jerk no response. So, I think. About moving, to the house on the hill with the view from the clouds. Baseboard heating; I won’t go back to that. The impulse withers like one of my unwatered houseplants, and I know.

I’ll stay. 

Love, Jaclynn