I said you do

the man across the street was mowing his lawn at 9am, loud and monotonous. pacing and pushing and pulling, waking me up too soon. and everything outside was wet and slick, sort of silvery and faded.
i rode with a sideways smile, that sideways smile. and the streets smelled sickly sweet from the chocolate factory nearby. pink petals blanketed my route.
now home for a minute and my hair smells like cut grass, and i'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and the day before that. mostly i just want a cup of coffee.