Right now

I am sitting at my kitchen table which is currently covered in a sage-green tablecloth. I have cold coffee in my blue dragon mug. Last night, I dreamt about walking through doorways to better rooms. Headache day a million. Don't care. Wanna get a tattoo. Like right now. Of a dragon. Something tacky. My shoulders smell warm, like the lavender I was picking last night, and like leftover bugspray.