I find that raining mornings in bed are probably better then super sunny ones. The sky doesn't interfere with rampant laziness and push us out of bed.
The cat comes in, curls up against the warmth of a leg or stomach, and we daydream until forced by technology and circumstance to do otherwise.
Good morning all.
Fucking cellphones.
The cat comes in, curls up against the warmth of a leg or stomach, and we daydream until forced by technology and circumstance to do otherwise.
Good morning all.
Fucking cellphones.