Thursday, January 15, 2009

Loren: Standstill

Its a surprisingly simple pleasure you reap, laying on the bed with a purring cat sprawled across your outstretched arm, listening to Chopin and breathing in the night air that promises cool rain. And change.

I promise I will wake up during daylight hours tomorrow to check my mail box.
I promise that I will step outside my house without feeling nauseous. 
(I hope.)

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