this morning #27.

this morning, he popped up. right out of bed. right to the bathroom. left to the kitchen. he'd soon be at work, helpful & happy, spreading joy through the store round the corner, keeping things tidy & taut and, in his mind, in order. by the end of his day, he'd be tired of smiling & back in his head in his bed, but for now, well absorbed in the day lain before him, he parted his hair & stood there & stared and for now, all his thoughts were in place. immaculate bed. next day's clothes not yet lain, but they would be before he retired & laid in his bed, back in his head, for the moment til the meds had kicked in.