Monday Afternoon

Today's the kind of day that's muffled, like a slight persistent ringing around the edges after too much loud anything.

Today's the kind of day when my hair falls in waves I am content with, the pleasantly bitter aftertaste of coffee coloring my tongue as I watch my old, old dog inhale painfully, my eyes still heavy with four a.m.

And I wonder how simultaneously old and young I feel, me, living and breathing on the cusp of twenty.