Dear Mr Nobody

I am perched comfortably on this heavy chair, sprawled out on the concrete bench, esconced in the marble recliner. A pang of panic and then my ever soothing mind quickly tucks me in, pulling the fog up to my chin as to keep me warm. With my eyes closed the flashing lights just paint pictures in my thoughts. Pictures of Summer Girls in their Rich Dresses with Glossy Thoughts that bounce like their Stupid Curls.
One more pang. Back to reality. Sit up. Take a sharp breath. I see Mother Apathetic around the corner with that dose that will desensitize.
Not ready for the day. And then all too soon I'm not ready for the night. What is on Time's mind? He is rather sporadic as of late. I really must send him a basket of something that shows how grateful I am. Am I thankful? What's going on? Who was I talking to again?
I'm drifting...