In today's edition of 'I'm dressed but not really'
I dig into my suitcase where I keep out-of-season clothes
I pull out a pair of brown harem trousers
grab an old mustard t-shirt from the drawer
wear a black three-quarter-length sleeved thin top over it
and walk around the house in flip flops.
It's cloudy but warm.
It's Spring but we're indoors.
I don a bra and say I'm dressed
anythings that's not pijamas counts as clothing
but the old black jumper could be either
and baggy t-shirts become perfect sleepwear.
Who is to say I'm up or not today?
Maybe clothes have nothing to do with it.
Maybe it's the attitude that counts.