2:06 a.m.
Almost two hours ago Matt and I stared out of the bedroom window like little children. We were hypnotized by the heavy blanket of eggshell white and grey fog which hung mysteriously in the air.
And now...
Matt is sleeping on our bed.
I am staring at the brilliant glare of the laptop screen.
I just chomped dreamily on a bowlful of leftover Kentucky Fried Chicken's potato wedges/fries slathered with red juicy ketchup.
I am about to heat up some more wedges in the microwave.
I feel guilty about eating so greedily at this hour but the taste overwhelms and beckons to me.
My appetite is huge.
I am also about to reach into the little room fridge and slurp on an ice-cold soothing Capri Sun.
I am poring through the beauty of my favorite websites.
The sound of passing cars haunt the night air.
The trees whisper their slumbering secrets.
I am in love.
With life.