if i lived in a rainy town, i would never want to get out of bed. i would just open the blinds and lie perfectly still beneath my covers, drifting in and out of sleep, reading the book on my nighttable, scribbling cloudy thoughts in my journal, taking slow sips of tea, giggling and whispering into the phone receiver, watching snippets of movies i’ve seen many times before, for days and nights and days, again.
it’s a good thing we have sunshine here to call me outside once in a while. i just wish it would come back out, already. the gloom is starting to get to me.