it took forever for me to find her, but there she was at last, my sister in spirt, a pure loving soul with no form.
Oct. 15. 2006
i woke up today a bit cranky, i didn't really want to go to work, which is rare. my work is the place i feel most at home, I would probably live there if i could. but this morning was cold, yet i woke up in a sweat, by the time i had opened my eyes my nightmare had slipped away, leaving only the scent of pine trees and rain, but it gave me an urge to run, i needed to get away from something.
after an hour i got out of bed, knowing full well that i was late already. i picked up the old rotary phone i keep next to my bed on the cherrywood table along with a cup of water and my glasses. i had to call mr. samatoya, and hope i wasn't late on a busy day. after a short chat i hung up the phone and headed for the shower, the smell of pine and rain were gone, but my own odor remained. i kept my shower short, i was late as it was, and even though mr. samatoya was very leanieant on my hours, i liked to be as coureteous as possible, he was always so considerate, and i held much respect for him.
to be continued..