Coming up for air
A pile of dirty laundry.
Stale coffee in mug.
Half eaten TV dinner.
Notes strewn across bed, desk, floor, toilet.
Time to head back to my birth home for some air (humid) and sun.
Then back to do this all again in 4 months.
Wawaweewa!
The omen
I broke my housemate’s bottle of vegetarian oyster sauce.
It fell, rather undramatically, bottom first onto our granite floor.
The bottom cracked around the rim producing 4 different pieces of glass.
The logical part of me tells me I was just day dreaming resulting in the careless act.
The asian daughter hears her mother’s voice resonating in her head “Avoid breaking things, as this is a sign of Death! Impending doom! Tragedy!”
I don’t need bad omens at a time like this.
PS: Sorry Ji! :p
