Everything is steel grey green. The sun lies blanketed behind the clouds. Does it not know I am on vacation?
I don't really feel like writing this morning. I had trouble sleeping last night, and when I finally did my dreams were terrible. I kept having to call in Olivia Benson. Dreams involving her suck. I finally woke at 1 to pee (bc old) and couldn't go back to sleep. My back hurt. Instead I started "writing" my V-Day piece in my head. That opened drawers better left closed at night when one is trying to catch some zzz's. I closed my eyes, but my brain just raced on and off topic like an errant thoroughbred. I just couldn't reign it in, no matter how hard I tried.
I finally moved from the murphy bed with its aqua blue beach glass movable walls (my favorite feature of the house) into the master bedroom. I don't like this room, and rarely sleep there. It is dark and spartan in its design. This room is the opposite of the glass enclosed one. It is all masculinity and right angles. It is direct and graceless. This bed has a Tempurpedic mattress which I love, but it's coated with some kind of plastic that makes me hot and not in a good way. I like the room to be cool, to have an excuse to dive under the duvet and float it around me like a cloud. So I opened the window, read a little and let the rollicking wind whisper stories to me all night.
I did finally go back to sleep. No more rape dreams. And woke to a day as gray as any I have had out here on the Island. As if somehow my dreams influenced the atmosphere and said "You must use the Payne's Grey with everything dahling." My eyes keep checking the windows waiting for the deep aqua, the cerulean, the butter yellow to return. But they haven't.....yet.
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