I sit at an angle facing the window.
Morning sunlight staggers in and tumbles onto the table.
It seems to be as relaxed as I am this early in the day.
I sit and I smile.
A lazy smile.
It sits as easy as I do.
My mind starts to wander, the way it only does just after sleep.
The hazy connection-forming sort of way that must be closely related to dreaming.
I find myself thinking of a summer years ago.
Not a particular event from that summer.
Just that summer in general.
How it was to be a kid then, with that set of friends.
Care-free, or relatively so.
Only ever attempting to locate trivial entertainment.
A band of kids, a sworn allegiance long since faded into the great collective memory.
A bird flits across the sky outside my window.
I shake myself, that smile I found so effortless now gone.
I think “been a long time, wonder how everyone is?”
The moment broken, I stand up and walk out of the room.