I slept in today, rolled over and over in the bed. It's been raining steady and firm, utterly gray, outside all day today. I liked the weak light my lamp cast in my bedroom.
After I got out of my shower, all I wanted to do was crawl back into my bed, listen to the rain, doze off, read favorite books from my childhood like
The Grey King, and stare at the lazy ceiling fan and think, wish for peaceful company to join me.