Black and white, black and white, warm spots from animals and laptops, homework thrown across the top. It’s there for me on bad days, cold days, good days, warm days, any day that I am alive days. Soft and squishy all around, smooth and soft, thick and warm, so many different feels that bring me into a world that I wish I could spend more time in. Late nights that are technically mornings. Late mornings that are technically afternoons. Most of all its where I go when I just don’t feel like moving on, and then, after some time and maybe a good book or two, I can be ok, because of what it does. Fresh and clean or maybe just a little sweaty, I curl near it and in it and around it as soon I get home from anywhere. You watch my eyes wide open, creeping together, slowly, slowly, slowly, until they are exactly how I like them when I am here, in my bed.
Curl Up :)
April 18, 2012