I don’t want to clean
Today I want to sit on a sofa against a blanket and drink coffee.
I don’t want to think ahead
Today I want to listen to the songs I heard so many times.
I don’t want to go
Today I want to look at my scarf hung on the make-shift shift bamboo screen, bulging in the wind.
I don’t want to be ready
Today I want to paint nails and play with my silky hair.
I don’t want to plan for the future
Today I want to look at the tree outside and the horizon out there full of life sun rain clouds birds speckles changes.
While I do, life happens.