Morning Musings

I am camping out in my kitchen pretending that I am at a coffee shop. It's raining and the classical music is on the radio. Lily is nearby on her green bed. I am wearing striped pajama-pants and my favorite gray sweatshirt. 5:39 AM, the neighbors are still asleep except for one man on the third floor porch smoking. He'll have no work on this rainy day. He can see right into my window from his porch, four stories up. We are his doll-house view and he is the doll in my view.