Cow's Milk
Pale orange light filtered through high thin clouds shown through the east facing window and down onto the worn wooden floor beside Phil’s bed. The sound of chickadees chirping could be heard sporadically. He had been laying on his stomach staring at the light on the floor since dawn, his thoughts wandering as it slowly evolved and brightened. Dawn was probably over two hours ago by now. He had no way of knowing exactly. But still, he was procrastinating and he knew it. The box needs to be fed. Don’t overthink it. It was hot already and the sheet felt tacky on his back. Trying to force himself into motion he reached his arm out from the bed to touch the light on the floor, his head filling with blood as he dangled over the edge of the mattress. Can you touch light? I guess you can feel it if it’s strong enough. If you can feel something you can touch it, right? But I can’t feel this light. Or maybe it’s just subtle. Maybe a few years ago I could have felt it. As he rubbed the weathere