i was happy in the haze of a drunken hour but heaven knows i'm miserable now

Why is it so smoky outside? The sun this morning was an orange orb and the smell recalled cold december mornings in india, hurrying across the school lawn with uncovered knees cold and hoodies up to our ears. I miss travelling around. Tomorrow i have to find another place to disappear, but before that i have to figure out how to sleep. This morning I woke with one eye significantly puffier than the other