Thunderstorms

Posted on | January 27, 2004 | 1 Comment

There a point in sleepiness where the waking world seems like a dream. I thought I was dreaming as the rain raced down my roof. The rumble of thunder, well I thought it was my stomach grumbling. For a moment I was suspended in this strange state of indigo, where everything I saw was enveloped in a shade of deep blue. It’s wasn’t the color of a mid-day winter sky, rather it was that last shade of daylight before night takes control. So in my room, through my barely lit curtains, I floated in the window of my dream world. It was a moment filled with lulling rain, a snoring beagle, and the sounds of a purring cat. Lovely, yes it was. My limbs, still in a state of slumber, flailed beneath the duvet as I struggled to right myself. I wanted to get my bearings. I wanted to wake. And when I did I watched the patterns of the rain through my window, grateful that there was a roof to cover me. I slipped back into the cocoon embrace of my blanket, and dove back into the dream world with nothing more than a quiet sigh.

I sent out a few resumes today. I’m crossing my fingers that something comes up. Last night, during the break, I saw Alyssa and Vanya. Alyssa was as harried as she ever was. Sometimes I think that girl has too much on her plate. Vanya looked bleary-eyed and didn’t seem to be enjoying class, but that happens sometimes.

Because of the rain I was stuck at work for lunch. Let me tell you how thrilled I am to be sitting here through the only break I have. It sucks. But, what are you going to do? I hope it rains more. I want to see the ferns wake up.

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