“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation.”
This morning, I didn’t feel like running. but I did anyway. I diid sometthing new. I sprinted from one streetlight to the next, then walked to the next, then sprinted. There’s a dog on my route, I’ve named her Cinnamon, I’ve been sctatching her and petting her through the fence of her yard. The last two days, she’s gotten out, and I’ve put her back in. She is a very lovey dovey puppy, getting pretty big now.
I’ve been having a recurring dream about two photos of two pairs of blue jeans. There is something quite distrubing about one of the two photos, but I can’t remember what it is. There’s something else too, that I thought I’d never forget, but I did.
I’ve been sleeping weird the last couple of days, waking up at midnight, three and four. I feel tired and puffy eyed right now. Not bad, it’ll go away with COFFEE!
Have a great day!