jules

Jan 30, 2008 20:31















a secret: he sleeps with my quilt and tiny birdie pillow and a satin eyemask (i love him)

i made french toast for dinner and when he wasn't looking, i covered mine in such a heap of powdered sugar you'd never know there was french toast hiding away under it all.

i decided to start a new diary in an old book, round the world in eighty days. i do love my quilt so much, i end up staying in bed with it for an extra hour every morning. i so wish i could stay in bed for days and not sleep a wink, just watch my favorite films and read my favorite books and knit and crochet and sew and take pictures of the sheets tangled and wrinkled, lift the covers only when he came home and needed a warm place to bury himself away and hibernate. he sleeps. sleeps and sleeps but i don't.
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