When The Rain Stops

Man, it was weird after the nap. When it rains in the afternoon I always feel like taking a nap but then I wake and the rain has ceased and I feel like I just missed everything. Falling asleep half-angry was a bad move because the other half of the anger must have been somewhere in my body still and it manifested itself in a grab bag variety of dreams, none of which I remember clearly except for the running gag of a girl in a green hat. I stepped outside. It was cold, dark, damp. It chilled my body instantly but I stayed out there because I needed it. I lifted my hand and took a drag on my invisible cigarette. I blew the imaginary smoke at the streetlight but it didn’t care because it was made to cut through fog. I remembered one of the mini-episodes that my mind had written while I slept. I threw my best shot at her but she didn’t care because she was made to cut through hearts. Move on, I told myself. It's spilt milk, nothing more. The opportunity was there but now it’s gone. It wasn’t even much of an opportunity. It might have been if I had been more attentive and less self-consumed. But by the time I came to and it all hit me the moment had passed and I feel like I just missed everything.