Very Cold

He sees me too late and by the time he waves back I am tossed about in the crowd. I am pushed forward. I travel without having to take a step. It feels like many unfinished hugs. I am laughing out loud. I can see him follow me and it's become like a game.

This continues until someone pushes me too hard and I fly up into the air where it is very, very cold.

Beds

I throw out all my furniture to make space for 100 new beds.

Pink

All around the room are knives. I reach for the nearest knife and cut open the skin of my left pointer. I am surprised at how pink my flesh is. I doesn't hurt at all.

Home

I call her to tell her I am home and if she could come over. Then before I forget I tell her, "It's a different address." I give her my old house's address.

Happy to be home, I don't mind cleaning up. I fix the broken shelves. I sweep the floor. I clear the cobwebs.

Dusk falls. I look for the light switches and wait for her to arrive.