I had started to flicker my lighter back and fourth.
The lit Cigar had laid restless on the tip of my lip, i had only bin sitting up in bed for the past thirty minutes.
The birds chirped, the dogs barked, the neighbors wave in and out as they went to work.
But i had decided to sit and enjoy the little life i had.
No desire had filled me to go to the bathroom and empty my belly or eat a bowl of whole wheat cereal.
I had just sat there and thought of all things i could be doing right now or do in the next few hours. If i had gotten up i may have done one or two.
But my heart and body wanted to sit and just wonder a little ways from the earth.
The cigar had started to burn the upper part of my lip. It had startled me a little enough to come back and relies how much time had come and gone between me.

Mournings where never the one thing i enjoyed doing. But it was all and all a job that a man must do in his life.
But once and awhile a man must escape the world. And live another life then his own!