this morning #714.

this morning, she propped the bedroom window open just a tiny bit & dangled her heavily-tattooed arm out, letting it hang there in the air six stories above. she needed to feel the breeze right now. lately, the air around her had become significantly stale. it hadn’t achieved a state of staleness where it started to stink but that scenario was not far off. last night, as yesterday faded into today, she’d laid there restless, wondering what it’d take to get her mood moving once again. a new job? a haircut? something psychotropic? she needed a spark, a force that forced her forward. one thing was clear. it would take much more than propping a window open to adjust her air.