My mistake

On a somewhat gloomy and overcast day, when you wake up feeling like you've had maybe thirty minutes of sleep, and then run out of half and half for your iced coffee that you make yourself at home to save a dollar a day, and then miss every WALK sign you could possibly miss on the way to the train, and then see the train pulling away right when you finally get there, it feels really nice to see people staring at you, unable to take their eyes off you or resist turning their heads or craning their necks to see you, going out of their way to take a mental snapshot of you, and at first you think Well, maybe they're just checking out my cool iced coffee travel cup, but then it becomes clear that, no, it's just you they came to see, with your good hair and your bronze skin and your white teeth and your bright eyes and your...(pause)...

glaringly,...

distractingly,...

bordering-on-inappropriately...

pink...



pink...

shirt.