This is how my day went: I woke up in the blue bedroom looking at the cracked ceiling. Then I dressed in a hurry and slipped out the side door and walked into town. I stopped by the Red House Cafe and drank a bowl size cup of coffee. I walked in the warm sand down by the beach. Early in the morning, It was quiet there. I looked at my feet and liked how they were tan and pretty against the crashing waves. My hair softly whipped my face. I sat up to read the book I brought with me. It was a perfect day.