I watched the clock tick from 6 to 7:30 as I stayed cozy in my cotton volcano of duvets. The little babies perched upon the entire length of my body, giving and receiving and together we were a bundle of fur and human warmth, until of course I could stay in the comfort no longer, only because my awareness told me that a Monday doesn't warrant happiness.
To get out of bed was a languid study in laziness and I decided that lunch cannot be packed in the present circumstances because I refuse to go anywhere near the cold kitchen.
So I sat sipping in lemon laced warm water until the house was warm enough to make tea, to supply self with some much needed love.
So here I am, tea and toast, wondering what even??!
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