A Yellow Noise Outside My Window

My weather predictions, I'm afraid, were grossly exagerrated. It's raining again.

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I shot out of bed. Jolted by a burst of speeding yellow noise. Six a.m. Not sure if it was outside or in my head. I look out my open second story window. Someone is wandering around beneath an umbrella beneath the pink-haze morning sky. My heart is thumping. It is chilly. An unfamiliar September for me, accustomed to summer reaching its fingers into October. The air is damp. I dig my toes down to the depths of my blankets, pull the quilt up high to my nose and feel the warm tide of sleep engulf me.