It's a green tea day. We feel calm, cool and collected, if a bit heavy-lidded. Winter is in its mid-life, hunker-down-and-freeze-its-ex-and-his-new-lover-into-the-cold-frozen-lake mindset and all we can do is not let it into our lungs and our bellies and our souls.
We want to sleep it all away, under the covers and beside our books and our glasses of orange juice that taste so good even when it's cold. We want to sleep through our alarm and the sun and the wooden calendar that crashed to the floor in the middle of the night and made us jump up thinking we were being invaded by rapists or thieves or both.
We want to sleep 'til it's over, sleep 'til it's thawed and ready for us and all the colors are bursting to show off and come play and make us stay out way too late with the smell of sunscreen in our hair and the stick of vodka lemmies on our hands.
We want desperately to will it to this...