As gloriously wonderful as Wednesday sounds, I wake up Thursday morning completely hung over. Necessary consumption of copious amounts of espresso kept my mind at point during the five hour epoch of late night figure drawing. The surplus of perk quickly evacuated my mind attempting to escape through every extremity in my body unsuccessfully until about four AM. I lie in bed shaking and disoriented, arms and legs sizzling from the exit wounds. Half of me is missing. Sidney spends this night with his father, as I toss in bed like a jitter ball on hardwood floor. I’m lucky to sleep for the three short hours of darkness that remains. Today I am lucky, I arise promptly at eight AM, sleeping in by Sidney’s standards. I drag my ass kicking and screaming out of bed and into the car. I drive to yoga with the all the windows down, the wind breathing life back into my body. I must regain homeostasis before my other half returns.
singmomartstu
single mother. art student. making a moment living learning loving. creating novel expression on screen and paper through sensations of visuality and thought.
