Later That Same Drink

There were continued typewritten escapades last night. I wrote this to cheer my friends up.

It's summer now.
There isn't eight feet of snow outside our window.

It's 80 degrees and everything is wonderful right now. We'll go to the beach tomorrow and wear our best shorts. We'll eat sandwiches and drink ice cold beer. We'll swim in the ocean. We'll wade out not so far from the shore and smoke cigarettes. We'll have a small radio that plays all of our favorite tunes. We'll build a sandcastle to the sun and wait for the tide to roll in and not feel sad when it finally washes away. We will feel a sense of pride. We will feel like we've created something stronger than sand; Rocks that will never be broken down by time or tides or larger and more daunting rocks. We will all be in love as we roll up our blanket- back in the car backseat relatives. Low light night, entertaining each other as we stave off unconsciousness and praise the warmth around us. We want no pause. We know rest would better us. We talk of it as a high concept like marrying the ones we care deeply for or doing our laundry with a meditative spirit.

We just want breakfast and everything else the world has to offer us.

No more. No less.