coffeelove

I tried something new, apple and cinnamon pancakes, a failure.
I fell asleep on the sofa, the rats curled up under my shirt and they were a warm furry bundle against my belly.
I just woke up, it's an hour later.
I used the blanket as a pillow, I am so very cold, cold and shivering.
I check to see if you have written me anything.
But you haven't.
I want to wake up to you sliding your hand down my pants, a kiss or the clink of a pair of handcuffs.
The rats have woken up and are peering their sleepy faces out from underneath my shirt and their feet are cold. I am still cold, I want coffee, I want to be warm.
I wonder if I should give the failed pancakes another try.