My heart is beating faster than I can count on both hands.
I guess I've been both intentionally and accidentally avoiding the world. Apologies go to those who have called that I either didn't know about till it was too late or was simply too absorbed in otherwise to pay attention to. My days are spent asleep. My evenings are spent drenched and grumpy and scoring free kiddie cocktails off my favorite bartender. My nights are spent reading to my sister and reading to myself. There is no room for anything else, not really. My mind is clouded with too much damn responsibility for my own good.
Physical exhaustion and a dash of insomnia send me from my spot on the floor out for sanctuary into a room with lights I don't know how to turn off. I start to whimper. I am tucked into my new spot on the couch and kissed goodnight on the head. And when the bedroom door closed, I started to cry. I cried even harder when I realized just how much I really like being cared for... and possibly even about. I think if someone were willing to fight past all the initial kicking and screaming of protest, I would really, really like to be cared about by someone even more than that.
Physical exhaustion and a dash of insomnia send me from my spot on the floor out for sanctuary into a room with lights I don't know how to turn off. I start to whimper. I am tucked into my new spot on the couch and kissed goodnight on the head. And when the bedroom door closed, I started to cry. I cried even harder when I realized just how much I really like being cared for... and possibly even about. I think if someone were willing to fight past all the initial kicking and screaming of protest, I would really, really like to be cared about by someone even more than that.