dig little digger, don't be shy
July 24, 2003 @ 11:46 p.m.
I've been staring at this white box with plenty to say. But there's suddenly no words for how much I'm aware of things. Suddenly, this shirt is too tight, my eyes are scratchy, and my neck is in need of a warm hand for its overworked muscles. Suddenly my bed is my paradise, but a lonely one.
Sometimes it's nice that way. But cool sheets and room to stretch are a large price to pay for a bed partner.
Sometimes my cat Mo sleeping on my pillow just isn't enough.
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