count the grains.

my head in my hands.
kiss me like the ocean breeze.
hold me in the sand....

monday blues.

the kitchen smells bad.
my thumb is not working right.
this is not okay....

yummers.

flaky croissant dough.
wafting up into my nose.
all hot and ready....

gently swaying giants.

i can hear the breeze.
enormous, wind blown leaf sounds.
a howling whisper....

awake.

picking up the ball.
look at it kind of funny.
what is this game called?