Dark bedroom, cats are put to bed downstairs (they chew feet so they can’t stay in the room with us), I put on some chill indie coffee house playlist and light some nag champa incense, and then I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I don’t reflect on the past or ponder on the future, I just listen to the music, the distant trains and traffic, the rain, the wind, the leaves falling on the metal roof.
It’s my perfect beautifully braindead time. I can’t wait for legalization in our state, that’s the only missing component.