The happy place

Hello it’s already next day! I just heard a car driving by outside, and thought I saw its headlights flashing through the closed blinds. I hear the dog snoring, I feel her lying by my foot.

It’s very peaceful.

Somehow I haven’t fallen asleep, but sooner or later I might

It’s ok, who needs a full night of sleep anyhow

My face looks like it’s got the texture of an elephant’s; with wrinkles. That’s a recurring thought which strikes me lately when I see my brightly lit face in the bathroom mirror. It’s been a gradual change which suddenly reaches a certain threshold, and then you see it clearly. But not before!

The kind aunt called me earlier today to tell me that I’m wrong about my childhood. Apparently she’s a subject matter expert.

But I’ve become an elephant. Elephants never forget.

I was therefore able to take what she said with a grain of salt fortunately.

She hadn’t seen my metamorphosis.

That was the last time I referred to her as the kind aunt, though.

So everything changes