I cannot be bombarded without this hibernation now.
I need the slumber, the darkness in my life, it makes things brighter. The days to follow are simpler with it. I miss the fluffiness of my routine. I miss the dance moves of dreaming into the late afternoon. I hate the bittnerness here, the stray sleep that has left the eyes of the people surrounding me. We all need sleep, all want sleep. Everyone craving this inclination of just being in bed. Not necessarily together, but I don't think we would say No if that was the only option. I want my bed, a bed. Any bed. Not the sex that comes with the bed, but the company of it's lining. Strange right. I love bed.