thursday -perfection
I read some place that Koala’s can sleep about 22 hours out of 24. Something about a good meal and the right tree.
I’ve got these dark, dark drapes in the bedroom that block out every iota of the outside world. They’re not mine, they’re his and I spend most my time heaving them aside to let the sun into the room. Not today. I’ve been asleep like a Koala. Something about a good meal and the right bed. Oh, and a gray day and gray mood and a quiet house. Perfection.
Life does not need me today. Go away.
I’ve got these dark, dark drapes in the bedroom that block out every iota of the outside world. They’re not mine, they’re his and I spend most my time heaving them aside to let the sun into the room. Not today. I’ve been asleep like a Koala. Something about a good meal and the right bed. Oh, and a gray day and gray mood and a quiet house. Perfection.
Life does not need me today. Go away.