creating constellations

senses pt. one

4:15 am
i walk across the cold tile floor to grab my sweater. its wool, making my skin itch in the slightest way. the jeans i choose are tight, hopefully they will keep me warm. it takes me a while to find boots, i probably kicked them off last night in some odd part of my house. finally, i'm ready.

4:43 am
the air is brisk. it's snowing. a chill travels down my spine. my nose burns, it's probably already red. i make my way through the darkness to my car. i look in the mirror, my face is not that bad, it'll do.

4:45 am
drive to the cafe.
coyotes by modest mouse is on the radio,
i hum along softly.

5:00 am
the cafe is about to open.
i wait patiently outside for them to flip the sign.
my hands are cold so i put them in my pockets.
i don't know why you always insist upon meeting in the earliest hours of the morning,
sometimes loving you is exhausting.
the sign flips.
i wait for you.

5:03 am
you arrive.