In the room there was light.
If it had been of greater luminance, I could think with greater speed
but not too much light just a room full of a few fluorescent lights.
No not too bright. Just bright enough to open my eyes.
I began to wonder when she will come. It is two minutes past
the time but time remains idle until the mechanical clock moves again.
I say a person who misses time is never a good person but
sometimes I get excited and forget. Regardless, she is missing time.
Who would drive a black mustang. I would. I would paint it.