The water feels cold falling down into my hands. The hands that made the bed. I put my fingers together and watch the water pool. I put my head down and when the cold wet meets my face, it feels like oceans.

The workday is ahead. I put on my cotton socks and I wonder whether summer will ever come. Bare feet in the grass. Sunlight beaming. Children laughing. Calling after the popsicle man with his silly white hat and black work boots.

When I am dressed, I fix my hair and put my coat on. It's heavy. Finally I pull. My hidden keys are in the pocket of my green sweater. Outside, I lock the door. Another day. Another day.