In the distance I hear the solem sounds of chanting monks. My office is virtually empty and I have just finished reading emails. When Ryan woke up this morning happyiness filled me... "SATURDAY" ...yeah. I rolled over and waited for his return from the bathroom, but as the sound of the shower blasted into our bedroom I knew he was getting ready for the day? Oh, I turned over, he has a young mens thing. Fine no cuddles! I burried my head in his pillow. Moments later, "you are not up yet!"...no answer..."well I have to go" - pray, scriptures, and kiss. The sound of the falling rain massaged my thoughts as I drifted back to sleep. Then I remembered... "FRIDAY" it is Friday!
Well, I can't complain at least it is not Monday.
3 comments:
You're a poet! I never knew... I hate that feeling - realizing it's not the day you thought it was, and then rushing around so you're not late.. ARGH. At least tomorrow should have some cuddle-time available right?
Love.
Juls can I have your email address?
Mine is (my maiden name)b@spu.edu
Literally my maiden name. I just put that so weirdos can't email me. Does that make sense? So email me with yours!!
Jess-- you calling me a poet it a huge complement! And yes I definately hope for cuddles.
Bridget: I will email you :)
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