Give me a little corner.

It'd be nice if it were snowing is all I can think, warm and nestled bed and blankets around me deep and rounded as an acorn shell.  Would they close the coffee shop if it were good and snowy out?  Didn't I just fall asleep?  It was 11:30 last night when I woke for just a sec to turn out the light Erika's book half across my chest and half-covered by my sheet.  It's quarter past four now I've been awake a half hour could've fallen back to sleep but it would've been tough then, so tough to get out of bed when the alarm goes at 4:45.

When did this become my life?  Dad asked what will you do Monday with your day off.  I was laying on the sofa still in my softest pjs it was late in the afternoon on Sunday so late the sun was almost down I'd been there since pretty much the night before.  22 hours on my feet Friday and Saturday so tiiiiiiired. 

Write I said back to him as if the answer duhhhh was summer and the question was what season do you prefer freezing cold winter with it's two hours of light or summer warm beaches and fresh air and swimming and 15 hours of daytime outside.  I will write, oh yea that's what I'm doing here living for free at mom and dad's.  Not making enough to pay rent anyway.

Ohhhhhhh here we are again.  At least the bed at mom's is the most comfortable one I have ever slept in ever.  It's my last thougt of the day also usually my waking one--ahhh god this bed is so amazing thank you so much.  Yowza I so haaate being cold. Then I say a prayer for the people who are cold right now, hungry, sleeping on the frozen hardass street.  Please please send them some tiny bit of ease.   Thank you World for all the good and blessings in my life I choose to be open to you and the good and the blessings.  I choose to wake with a happy heart just for today I choose to be gratitude in motion to show thanks for all the good in life I've got....Sometimes it's all I repeat again and again my mantra that leads me through the dark steepled house with the drafts and quiet in the corners and the floor that pads and creeks in all the same places each morning.  Soon there will be smells of coffee beans and muffins baking and soon after that the pinking blush of sun over Ocean City on the horizon.  The black marks of geese through the air.

Unless it snows, and then like yesterday it's me, happy.  Me da um cantinho.  Portuguese for Give me a little corner. I read that in Committed.  And that is me, and the words and me.  Maybe the book is not coming how it did but ohh give me a day to wake up and stay in my sweet bed and read all morning hot coffee nearby, literal stacks of books piled all around.  Then writing for the rest of the day still propped up in my bed all the pillows my little village and my laptop and me and the words and me and getting out of bed just to shower or eat then put my softies on again and back in I go.  Only other time I'm up is just to lay across my floor propped on pillows for a change of pace from leaning against the wall in bed.  Poetry journals, litmags library books on and on. Atlas wide open.  Imagination.  Music on the I-tunes.

Facebook to take a break here and there.

Give me a little corner.
 
It's all I'll ever need.