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Glass of Water
Every night I do more or less the same thing with a glass of water. I come in from being outside in the backyard and look for my glass of water. Entering the living room from the backyard, I look at the large bookcase which doubles as a case for random things. I look at the bookcase for a minute, then look over into the kitchen. It’s very dark in the kitchen except for two nightlights. One of the nightlights looks like a slice of pizza on a paper plate. It’s dimly lit in the house at night. I squint into the dark kitchen and scan the counter tops. Walking across the room into the kitchen, I stand in one place looking closely at the counter tops for a long time, then look into the living room from the kitchen. I slowly scan the living room, walk from the kitchen into the living room and stare at every surface thinking about the glass of water. I walk back into the kitchen and stare into the sink, then look back over at the bookcase, slowly walking back to the bookcase as I peer around the room. I look into the TV room from my position by the large bookcase, scanning every surface and staring at surfaces, thinking about the glass. I walk over to the sofa and sit down. I stare at the TV, which is not turned on. I look around the room confused. When I finally locate my glass of water, sometimes it’s on the coffee table. Other times it’s in the kitchen. Other times I left it outside and will quickly grab it and hurry back in. Usually, by the time I’ve located the glass of water, I’m very thirsty.
12:37 a.m. - 2021-11-24
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