woke up from a dreamless sleep this morning. woke up to find a months-unanswered letter - ha! a stamped post in this age - from a friend back in our island. the letter, refusing to deliquesce, crawled its way out under my bed crammed with god knows what other things mildewed and ignored. i tiptoed around it and bolted out of my room insisting things, more pressing ones, need to be done. at once. a long bath. a laundry pick-up. a grocery visit. middle of the day, all these plus a casual walk in to the barber have been accomplished.
as to the letter, tomorrow, perhaps. tomorrow morning, perhaps, after a satisfying sleep - a dream or two remembered - would be a good time to write a letter to a long ignored friend. tomorrow morning, perhaps, when good intentions, like the quality of air beside my window where my desk sits is just so pure, a half full glass of undrank milk from the night before refuses to curdle from neglect.
