Still so sleepy.
On this cold grey Wednesday there's no respite from incoming rains and I wonder why I'm not in bed, it's only 10 and I could be warm and toasty under my floral duvet, the one like cotton clouds, the one that envelopes me each night.
My chores are done, the washing machine hums and my eyes are still attached to the lost dream from hours ago.
Why am I here, looking at my cats all asleep, except me, maybe cuz I'm no cat, but that makes no difference cuz I'm sleepy.
The horizons loom with a dense workout, but I'm yawning.
Coffee maybe.
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