Yawn – Daily Object Writing – August 1
Jul 31st, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingLying between layers of winter doonas, pressing down heavy like a juice squeezer, heavy and warm. Sitting in front of a gas fire warm, sitting in a drying room in a ski chalet warm. Eyes don’t want to recognize the light yet but the heaviness of the covers and the leaden muscles encourage an involuntary yawn. Mouth drops open for a sharp intake of crisp air and a gulp of some sort. A wind seems to rustle through the back of my throat.
A foot hangs out testing the atmosphere. Escaping the safety of the covers. Jack frost is out there pinching away at the pinkies saying it’s not safe, but it’s gotta be done. The whole body has temporary exposure as tops and pants are sought. They’re lying like islands on a sea of floorboards and I scoot to their safety.
In the lounge/kitchen it’s straight to the gas heater. The igniter ticks away at the burner and catches. An orange rectangle of salvation begins to glow. I conjure a brother beside it and the fan hums away on full. The kettle being filled is interrupted by another award winning yawn, this one seems to sound all the way to the pit of my stomach, to the pelvic floor and my belly becomes a balloon. The toast begins to crisp and the tea begins to brew, familiar smells ward off the option of any more interrupting yawns. The day has really begun now as the orange lights on the Getz flash an open sign and the door yawns open…
