Analgesia

I'm waking up in the north side of her shadow. Whoever she is. I know it's north because the belt hangs low this time of year. I can see it through the greasy glass beside the bed. It's important to pay attention to these things. Like how all the derelict dishes point to the southwest and the moss sticks on one side of the trees. Useful things to remember though at the moment, I can't even remember myself.