read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

July 1, 2008
The evening sun is still filtering brightly through the open blinds in our bedroom, yet my head is about to split from yawning and all I can think of is sleep.

Of course, it helps that the bed is ready and that everything - crisp sheets, cool pillowcases, soft comforter - is freshly washed and smells sweetly of vanilla. It helps that the room has been dusted and vacuumed, a place for everything and everything in its place. It helps that I see a sweet black cat napping in a sunbeam and long to join her.

Another yawn. Good night!