alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
alpaca princess


...and I can't sleep. Why am I so bad at sleeping, why, oh why?? I lay there miserably for awhile, so cold outside of my down comforter, but warm inside, with countless pillows and comfort, a warm heavy cat purring delightfully on my chest, but awake, completely awake.

"You stopped and pointed and said, that's a crocus,
and i said, what's a crocus, and you said it's a flower.
i tried to remember, but i said, what's a flower,
you said, i still love you...."

Really the best possible answer, in a lovely cold song by Dar Williams called February...."the nights were long and cold and scary, can we live through februrary?"

Yet here it is only November; it will only get colder (and scarier).

And darker. And, god help us, sleeplessier? Hopefully not.
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