There’s a world before news at 5:30 in the morning.
Stock prices are at an all time nothing new, the sports teams are no better or worse than yesterday, and Brad is still sticking it to Angelina. Things are status.
At 5:30 in the morning there are no volcanoes.
There is no plague. I’m waiting for an earthquake and a hurricane and a typhoon to hit. I’m waiting for a meteor to fall from the sky and wake the dead. Gimme Pandora’s Box! Even if Pandora’s Box was just a euphemism for Pandora’s vagina! I want that damned vagina!
But 5:30 in the morning is lonely and quiet.
I want to crawl back in bed, where all of my friends are, where the dogs are. Instead, I look at my face in the mirror, and pretend that I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. I’m pretend-screaming something about a vagina, and my day is sitting somewhere over the ocean, sucking in rain water and sulking over a thunder that hasn’t been thundered yet.