day 34 countdown

While I was waiting for her to come over one night, I made a list of objects that I had moved with my hands that day.
The first object I moved was she sheet that covered me in bed when I woke up.
The sixth object that I moved was a box of baking soda that I left on a shelf in my bathroom to absorb odour.
I moved the baking soda to the side, so I could reach the seventh object that I moved, an unopened box that contained the eighth item, a new tube of toothpaste.
The eighty fifth item I moved was a jar that I dropped.
I stopped writing the list at eighty five and thought about the jar for a while instead.
The jar had been on my desk, filled with pens.
The pens had fallen onto the tile floor.
Chief heard the sound of pens falling, and yelled "Why are pens falling?!"
But this isn't about the pens.
This is about the jar.
The jar sat on my desk, but it contained pens for the entire office.
In that sense it was not my jar, although it had been, once.
The jar contained jam when I bought it from a vendor at the festival.
I ate much of the jam the next morning at my hotel.
I ate the remainder of the jam in the spring, except for a small portion that I washed out when I washed out the jar.
I used the jar as a vase, to hold a few flowers.
Pale roses.
She took photos of the flowers that I'd put in the jar, that I'd later drop.
She took the jar outside and took photos of the jar and the flowers that were in the jar.
The jar held water, and in the water stood roses.
The water was temperate, and the roses were pale.
She took photos of the jar, and I dropped the jar.
She used pencils instead of pens, and I dropped the jar.
The Vice Chancellor sees the stars waving on his television, and will never understand that they are not waving at him.
Something is going to happen in 34 days.