It was a long Sunday, one of the longest
days of your life.
Listening to the classical station, and there was
another storm brewing.
My roommate was back from the mountains
and eating alone in the kitchen.
I was waiting for the day to end because it had
been full of suffering.
But not necessarily anguish or gnashing teeth.
More wondering how long a day can last.
The rain started.
My roommate was still eating.
And I finally told him everything would be