10:07am 31/01/10

Sitting in my kitchen, morning sun streaming in. The sunlight pattern hits the chocolate cake (in a bowl), the pepper grinder, my hands and face. I wonder what you are doing now, if you remembered, if your moment is as loudly silent as mine. Th fridge purrs. No one is up yet but me, it was a late night last night. Bare feet squirm on the cold tiles, trying to keep still to not upset the silence. The plants are dead outside the window, just little sticks poked into the pots of soil. My watch is ticking the seconds away.