When I wake up in the morning, I make my covers into a cave. If I can’t see the world, it doesn’t exist, right?
I can handle blue jersey sheets surrounding and suffocating me, but I’m not sure I can handle the real-life things that do the same.
I’ve discovered that seven minutes is the perfect amount of time to convince myself the world doesn’t exist and then try to prepare myself to face it, all the smiling and nonsense and obligatory “how are you? good” routines that mean absolutely nothing.
Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography. See more Microvember posts here.