And I go to dig down, to find something and there is nothing there.

Total blankness.

All I want to do is take off these suit pants and crawl back into the warm sheets, soft comforter.

To reach out and feel the warmth of my husband.

Tangle our limbs together and drift back into sleep.

Everything is a just a bit off. Like a top that has induced wobble.

Words, simple words form people I love slice through my somber silence.

I feel enclosed and like I want to be more so.

Like I want to go off, and away from it all, just to think.

To be away from global warming and the changing climate.

From grocery stores and gas stations.

Away from complex decisions.

I want to hide, yet I know I can not.

I want to spend the day running with my dog, my dog who doesn’t even want to take a walk.

I want to be able to take the day to listen to the birds chirp.

I just want the day, to be all mine. No one else’s.

But that can not be the case.

So I put on my jacket, close my laptop and start the day.