Day 2-Bird Bath

At 9:30 this morning I woke up and drank an entire pot of coffee, right from the pot. In the shower I had to sit down to wash my hair. When the last of the soap and shampoo had been rinsed I sat there for a while and let my mind wander as the steam drifted around me. I thought about my favorite reality TV show and how I hoped Kimmy would win the next challenge because she was just so cool and she hadn’t done well last week in the “give the squirming chimpanzee a haircut” challenge worth 30 moneydollar points. She had cut the back of her monkey’s head and been disqualified and therefore forced to take out the trash back at the condo, a job that signified “you better step it up next week if you want to be America’s next jammin’ hairstylist”. She just wasn’t focused on that squirming monkey, but it wasn’t her fault because Tad, her boyfriend back home was being really weird on the phone and like half missing her and half not even caring about what she was saying which really got me mad because Kimmy deserves better than that. Then the water stated to get too hot, so I got out.

Now dry and dressed and still feeling the caffeine I headed out my apartment door to the staircase where I heard the echo of two people having a conversation. I walked to the top of the staircase where I noticed that it wasn’t there anymore. In its place, lodged in the wall of the building was an enormous smoldering rock and two men were leaning out of their doorway staring at it. One of them poked it with the handle end of a mop. He chipped off a piece of the boulder and it slid down into the vast expanse of twisted wood and charred debris, tapping off of the sides of planks and posts until it landed with a thud four stories down. I asked them what happened and they both shrugged, and the guy with the mop went back to poking.