Bed. That's all I've got lately. I just want to be in bed. I love it there. I want to be curled up under the covers and nevereverever come out. My bed is soft. It is comfortable. It is peaceful. It is calming. It welcomes me. It's glad I'm there. It conforms to my needs. It doesn't complain about anything or try to argue at all. It wants me to be safe and warm and comfortable. It likes me.
I'm starting to believe that winter, which I've always loved and supported, is slowly killing me.
I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm eternally cold. I feel terrible. Regardless of how hard I try to change that. And I've been trying. But it's hard. And this week, I feel myself giving in to it. I don't want to. It just seems to be happening. I can't pinpoint any fully concrete reason. But it might just be winter.
There has been no sunshine. Everything is gray. I have been indoors almost exclusively. Fresh food is lacking. Movement is limited.
It sucks.
And my bed calls to me. Soft little whispers. All day long.
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tell it to me tuesdays
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*sigh* We got a new bed this past weekend and that's where I want to live now.
Kay - your comments on my blog always make me laugh out loud and I want to reply but can't. Is there a way to do this?... other than write my own reply comment on my own blog and hope that you see it?
Oh, and bed. Yes. Fabulous. There's a sunbeam on mine right now and I plan on reading my book there. Sorry.
I feel you. I overslept by an hour this morning just because I couldn't get myself out of the warm bed.
oh ME TOOO! I want to be there right now as a matter of fact. Gotta have something to do with the weather. When it was suddenly 47, I was totally ready to be hiking outside.
I understand... hate winter... need sunshine and warmth. I also loved my bed. Past tense. The bed I used to have. The one I have now sucks. So I'm okay with leaving it.
I whole heartedly understand...
Spring comes soon, right?
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