Arch supporter

Today I woke up to find myself transformed into my own arch supporter. By 7:30 I had selected my beverage for the evening as I scraped clean my three-course breakfast; And found myself leafing through an article on banana fritters and mutton chops from a stack of magazines I had laid aside for just such an eventuality.?

I remembered getting embittered the previous night due to some loud movie playing in the next room, or more likely because of my increasing suspicion that I was not Claude Monet. I must have slept soon thereafter as I don’t recall the ending.

At 7:50 I got up to work on my painting and spend about an hour selecting the playlist. Trying to pour my paints I realised eternal nothingness is O.K., if you are well fed.?

Eventually, with the support, I found within, I hung around with my canvas until I felt an urge for a conversation. I gathered my senses and dialled an old friend, where the stories from their vacation and other special mentions gave me no trouble whatever as to their meaning.?

Finally, I could throw off my burden. I will remain incomplete culturally & socially, but I will work on it. If you find me squinting, writhing, and muttering to myself, come up and say hello, but catch me early in the performance before I sleep.