this morning #234.

this morning, over & over again, he felt like he was still stuck on repeat, replete with a nagging sense that he had been here before. the french called it “deja vu” but he’d never had any sense for foreign languages. he turned to the bedside alarm clock. 8:09am. just like yesterday & the day before that & the day before that. the scent of coffee confirmed it had already been brewed. with a sigh, he rolled out of his bed & into his slippers for the walk down the dark hall to the kitchen. through the window over the sink, he watched a wily woodchuck scamper across the yard like he had so many times before. it was akin to a black cat crossing his path, but a woodchuck is twenty times more powerful.