If we get stuck in the turnfold...Does that mean the story ends?
Tossing and turning through the night after getting off the phone and hearing that he’s going to New York for a while. Not so much because I want him to be close to me (though I do) but more so because he sounded so worried, and it sounded as though things with his close friends and family may be taking a turn for the bad at the moment. In his entry he says that he’s sick of this shit and I don’t know what he means by it. Though I’m sure, if he wanted me to know, I would have already found out. I’m content with staying quiet. Its really none of my business anyway. I just really hope that he does feel better soon and I can’t wait to hug him again. I’m in bed right now with the blankets half covering me, its been very warm in the apartment these past few days and I’m not really sure why. I open the windows to catch any spare breeze that may go by them and the fan is on medium facing out of the bedroom to get rid of the humid air. Its warm and sticky almost. My clothing is clung to my body and its driving me nuts but I’m far to tired to move. Aeon is sleeping over my legs and the bunny is over in his cage chewing on a wooden carrot, I think he may be teething but I’m not sure. Minus the sound of the fan its quiet. Nice and quiet. I have an appointment later on today to pose for a Life Class with a friend of mine…Though if the heat keeps up I think I may just have to pull out of that and go find a bathtub to fill with ice - As for now I think I need to try and catch a bit more sleep. Its 11 but it feels like its 3 a.m. and it burns to keep my eyes open.