cold crisp air

I've been home for half an hour and I am ready to sleep. More than once in the final hour at work I let my eyes close a little too long. The fact that I was sitting and that there were people around me didn't matter to me. All that I knew was the tug of sleep and I was losing. One time I even dropped the comic book that I was reading, but it didn't fall to the floor. That slipping sensation brought me back to life with a jerk and I woke in time to catch the book.

Now with the semester over and my three day weekend fully mine again, there are three things that I want to do with that time. I want to read more than I have been these past few months. I want to watch some quality films and the one task that I want to do the most, I want to paint. There has to be more art in my life and I want to be the one to make it.

 
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