Jelly

Goodmorning you me and the in between. I'm awake again and still in my skin and next to my soul like a shy stranger. Sleep was again full of awkward creep-flash dreams and interrupted at four a.m. for no reason in particular other than that even sleeping can be difficult at times like tackling an albatross. My dear albatross, how I love you. Oh the tongue in the cheek. 

The last two days have been (I hate to say it) miraculous. But that is the only word to explain how relieving it is to have a few days reprieve from the evil incandescent and invisible monster, my monster- depression. After nine months a day or two is a miracle. We've gone on a date, finished reading a book together, I have been cooking again (haven't done that in a year), and I set up the dining room as a writing space.  Maybe it's all because of the catholic candles on the coffee table with the manufactured prayer on the sticker, it's easier to reason the change to anything other than Viagra shaped pills.

Isabelle is the black dolly puppy and very busy today. Focusing on things like finding the best toys from the bedroom and bringing them out to the living room including a santa hat that is somehow still out and a pair of my panties, she acts serious and silly, all floppy-mop topped. So easy difficult to be a dog. 

Now to the day that is so sharp and pungent like a flower so far. Hopefully it stays this way...