If I were a skirt, my mom would say I’d be fine with a slip.
I’m worn thin today.
It’s only 7:58 a.m. It’s only time for the shop keepers to water-hose the sidewalk. I’m already going to be late.
If you leave a rubber band in the sun, it will crumble.
I’m already ready for Christmas. It’s only Tuesday. It’s only October.
I think I could sleep anywhere.
My elbows hurt.
And nice slips are so hard to find these days.