The Day Before

I stare into the naked sky through an open window from the corner of the room. It is almost identical to the shades of blue on a polaroid. The world is a massive canvas covered with a myriad of animated paintings, as if the creator is a connoisseur of beaux arts. Every distinct piece holds a different story, modestly waiting to unfold its discreet meaning. How can one find the time to interpret all of them? Like a daydreamer lost in reverie, I envisage to my heart’s content. My hand slips into the backpack, feeling for the familiar texture. It is not here. The page remains unwritten. In this very room, I find bliss in my solitude.