A day....

The morning was dreary. Grays muddled with other grays becoming one big blob of gloom that blocked out the sun. The air look cool and damp. As I gazed out my window framed by curtains tied up in knots, I wondered if I'd have anything to do at work. One last glance at the bland sky and I turned taking my sagging sweat pants off and tossing them on my bed. I adjusted my panties and looked at the pair of jeans I'd worn yesterday halfway in and out of my laundry basket.
How many days had I worn them already? Huh... I couldn't remember.
I grabbed them and slid the cracked and worn belt through the loops. The jeans were tossed into the basket, the belt was tossed on my bed on top of my sweats. I pulled open two drawers, one directly over the other. Black socks were pulled out of the top drawer, pulled on and then the drawer was closed. Next drawer. My hands picked up the first pair of pants that came into view. Without unzipping or unbuttoning them I pulled them up my legs and over my ass, or rather, lack thereof.
You see, without an ass there is no need to unbutton or unzip your jeans. It probably saves time in the long run, but damn what wouldn't I do just for a little bootyliciousness. Not an entire pie of booty, but just a slice.
Pulling open the top drawer, I selected a black t-shirt and pulled it over my head, over the tank top I'd slept in.
Black Crowes. Okay. I can wear pot smoking crows to work.
I reached for the belt on my sweats and laced it through it's loops, starting one loop right of the zipper. One handed I buckled the flame and picked up my red shoulder bag. Contents: ipod, planner, wallet, checkbook, eye drops, earphones, and an empty water bottle. My eyes flicked to my desk to see if anything had fallen out. Nope. Down the stairs, ducking under the ceiling and into the kitchen I walked.
"Good morning."
"Morning."
Which is definitely not the type of person that I am. I shuffled around making myself some oatmeal. As the scent of maple and brown sugar wafted through the air out of the microwave, I peeled and ate a hard boiled egg. Some of the egg white stuck to the membrane attached to the shell. What a waste. I drank water. I flipped open my laptop that had been sitting ignored on the kitchen table. Password typed in, I waited for it to full wake up and realize it's potential. I maximized Internet Explorer and refreshed my Facebook page, eternally open and sucking my life away. I had 6 new notifications. Opening a new window for each notification, I scrolled through the most recent updates from the people that I deemed interesting enough not to remove from my feed. Click. Type. Click. Type. Click. Type. Click. Comments were responded to. All but two windows were closed. I switched over to Gmail and refreshed my inbox. No new messages. Great. Nothing to do at work today. I closed my computer and looked at my Mom sitting across the table from me, steam rising from her cup, smile playing in her eyes, the corner of her lips.
"You excited for today?"
"I suppose. I'll be happy when the travel part is over."
We'd had this conversation before. My Mom hates the hassle of flying, especially when she's doing it solo. However talking is important. Having someone care about your day to day shit makes you feel like a worth while human being. So even though I'm not a morning person, I try.
"Yeah. Makes sense. Then you can get into all the fun stuff. Are you going to send anything?" I smiled.
"You wish. What do you want?" Her voice was bright. Finally the morning person had someone to chat with.
"Salad. You know that Chinese kind. Or wait no the Asian kind."
"Yeah, I could probably manage that. Maybe in a priority mail box on Monday. That would make it here. Wouldn't it?"
"Really? You're going to send me salad?" Excitement mounted in my voice. "I bet it's cheaper in Anchorage. I'm sure it'd do fine in the mail. It's not that warm yet." My voice dropped. "Aw crap, I suppose it's that time."
"Work?"
"Yep."
My long day flashed before my eyes as I grabbed a light, zip up sweater from the coat racks. I could see it perfectly. I'd walk out the door, bike to work, enter the building, start my computer, make coffee, and then wish I'd have shit to do. One arm in one sleeve, the other arm in the other sleep. Zip. I picked up my shoulder bag and walked out the door.
"See ya later."
"Have a good day."
What comfort we feel in such silly words said hundreds of times a year, thousands in a lifetime. I felt bolstered with a little leap upwards in my mind, the well wish and the bright air kissing my skin. Maybe today wouldn't be as screamingly monotonous as the previous day. Rocky soil crunched under my shoes.
"Hey dog."
Left hand on the handle bars, right hand on the seat, I nudged the kick stand with my left foot and turned my bike away from the shed and out facing the lumpy path out to the road. Left foot on the left pedal. Hop. Push. Hop. I swung my right leg over the seat and started pedaling away feeling the familiar sensation of my muscles pumping around in circles. Wind caught my hair and I felt wisps loosen, pulled out of my pony tail by it's caressing glances. I moved through space and time, mind roiling with thoughts the entire time.
Will I see the sun today?
Crap. Slow down. Avoid the damn puddle. Shit needs to dry up already.
Should I text him hello? Would he even answer?
There's still too much snow. It needs to melt so I can actually have work to do.
I shouldn't text him. Let it go.
This is stupid. Stop thinking about him.
Is that a rock in my shoe?
I should exercise today. Maybe walk. I wonder if Jason will want to go.
What a cool guy. I love that he's my friend.
I stopped pedaling. My bike rolled to a stop in front of a bright orange post, scratched and rusted. Hands placed exactly the same as when I started, I flip the kick stand down and rest my bike on it. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. My mind counted the steps unconsciously as I climbed up them. I drifted through the door, the hall, into my office. I flipped open my laptop and pressed the power button. Too lazy to make fresh coffee I poured day old coffee into my unwashed cup and meandered back to the kitchen. 1:30. Start. :46. Wait. :01. Good enough. I grabbed my cup, warmth flowing from the ceramic into my flesh.
Heat. What am amazing thing. Causes sweat. Melts water. Cooks food. So much more. Another meaning. Heat between two people. The look in someone's eyes when they realize they contain desire. The darker look when they actualize desire. Enough.
My ass settled into my office chair.