The gray one

On this day I woke up late. I wandered into the living room, where I found my father working. He smiled and said something silly and lovable. Then I went into the kitchen and fixed a bagel. I put hummus on it because it was light.

Outside it was gray and rainy. Inside it was gray and cozy.

I watched some crummy TV and read some book. I twiddled on my computer, and smiled at my father. We played a card game and talked about some things. Then I took a shower under a gloriously water-inefficient showerhead. It was good.