Distant Thought

Thanks for everything you do she said,  I suddenly fell back into a memory as the smell of burnt everything arose from me.  I saw what appeared to be a man made of wax fixed into a position of comfort, who had politely left the earth not long ago.  What did that do for me you ask?  It left me with a horror of the sun rising in disbelief.  Oh could the day be almost over? Not a chance I thought and this will be one long afternoon.  I pray for the night not to come as I get over it and I wont.  I'm back to the appreciation, however, I don't recognize what it's for.  I fix the problem and count my blessings how bad things could be at home.