Every morning I wake up to a giant piece of ceiling stucco above me. It is centered over my bed and 4 feet wide, so I don’t even have to twist my head to see it. Hello, good morning, it says to me. I’m still here.
Lately I’ve been rising earlier than my alarm, so I lie awake in the morning sun tracing the circle with my eyes, practicing the shape over and over, as if I were training for something, perhaps a professional circle drawing contest.
So, as I frequently do with things stuck in my brain, I put this circle on paper, cave man style and to the power of 10. Yowza.