Last night was a late night. One of too many. I worked until nine, had dinner at eleven, didn’t fall asleep until four but was back up at seven.
This morning dazed and groggy but still moving. I went to my closet looking for comfort but found a hot shoe and build an outfit around it. In my head it was a neutral cigarette pant, a comfortable sweater, sleek hair, and a hint of playful color. But flash to the cubical: I felt nothing special.
Then a thought crossed my mind that changed my mood and my day. I tight rolled my pants and have nothing to say but it changed my life. Suddenly I remembered Ray-bans and pop songs, florescent swatches, and popped collars! I felt young and free, like ten million dollars.
|Tight rolled and fresh|
It was a throw back but i was feeling fresh. I like to think my coworkers were maybe even impressed. I folded the side, rolled once and again. The rainbow leopard pumps stood out like supportive friends.
Maybe not a red carpet number but enough of an upper to keep me from slumber. Listen to me, im losing my mind, this blog post is turning into a rhyme. Clearly delirious. I need some sleep. This is getting serious.