Every night, as the sun sets and the moon arises, I return to my bed. My body sinks in the soft and cozy mattress, under a barrier of blankets while laying my head on the comforting pillow.
The room is as silent as a library. I could hear the heartbeat of a mouse if I held my breath. The lack of noise is the perfect catalog to reflect on the things that have happened to me earlier.
As I lay there, my eyes parallel to the ceiling, I think of all that had occurred that day; the people I talked to, the food I consumed, the many thoughts I had, and the things I witnessed. Even the weather was thought about.
I thought about the leak in the bathroom sink that only happens when you don’t twist the lever to the right. Every wasted drop is a reminder of how lucky I am to be able to have this basic necessity. What’s a simple resource to me is someone else’s diamonds.
Then I thought about the man behind the counter at the pizzeria I always go to. The same man that I’ve been watching makes pizza since I was a kid. Yet despite all these years, every bite of his chewy, cheesy dough feels like the first one I’ve ever had. As I grasp a piece of pizza with my teeth and move my head back, a piece of cheese as long as the Golden Gate Bridge always manages to follow suit.
The dark brown crust of the baked flatbread reminded me of the pigment of the girl's hair that I always see at the coffee shop. This one is absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes, were blue as the sea, yet filled with the innocence of a child. Her nose protrudes enough to make it kissable, yet not enough for it to pass her chin. Her legs are my pillars of hope, or at least what I envy.
With my head in the clouds, I cannot help but realize how fast the days truly are. They come and go, and they always start and end the same; on my bed, pondering about the world.
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