Sleeps with braids, snow in late March, and tea with honey.
Today:
I’ve only left my bed to get strawberries from the fridge. And some orange juice.
I ate them all, every single one. And drank the whole carton, every last drop.
Rain has been pelting the windows all day, so my bones stay here in this dry haven I now call home.
My heater heats so I can stay behind closed doors in nothing but my bare skin.
Lovely day.
Tonight, raining or not, we’re going out. I met a local yoga instructor last night at the live jazz. Yes, he has a beard and yes, he has my number.
