Early Morning Drive

The drive wasn't quite long enough; the music on the radio didn't quite cover the thoughts, and the fog blanketed the streets making it difficult to navigate beyond the front bumper.

Anxious to get home, the car slid on the left over snow from two days prior and into the assigned parking space. Grabbing the Tim's Jalapeno chips that are oh-so fabulous, turning off the car, the worst of it, braving the cold at 2:30 in the morning befor racing up one flight of stairs to the apartment.

Fumbling and dropping the keys twice befor finding the correct one to escape the frozen arctic of an Oregon winter. The door opens with ease and with a few steps the keys are sat next to the computer monitor.

An email is sent and the lights go out. The typical bathroom routine is performed befor climbing into bed: facial cleansing, teeth are brushed and flossed, and a quick urination. A perfect 10 would be given to the routine as if it were an olympic event. And the crowd goes wild.

Pulling off the glasses and clumbsily place them on the nearest nightstand. Without even skipping a beat they hit the floor. Typical.

Without the quiet muse of Death Cab or Air to quiet my thoughts, songs dance in my mind as I pull the covers over my head.

I remember 'our hands clasped so tight waiting for the hint of a spark' and the cuddles that warmed the frozen oasis being that of each our beds.

As I slip in to dreamland I remember 'If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks then I'll follow you into the dark.'

It's late, or early but sweet dreams and good morning.