~ Carl ~
Rapid thrumming in my chest stirs me from unconsciousness. It takes a moment to remember where I am… the blue bedroom. At the moment, it’s the slate gray bedroom, the way the moonlight reflects from the windowsill. I’m not bathed in sweat, so I doubt it was a nightmare that woke me, but it’s alarming nonetheless. The Blackberry reads 4:03. Good; five hours. Can’t ask for much better.
The air is crisp and startlingly humid this morning, bringing out the smell of earth and ocean as my trainers crunch along the familiar mulch path. Running is supposed to clear my head, help me work out solutions, stir new ideas… but on this day, I’m irrevocably stuck. I don’t know how to apologize this time. To do better, not re-assert some old expression of regret from a time she can’t remember
