While I should be creating, doing, functioning – this (above) is me. Unabashedly fast asleep. My tools around, my pretend or make believe life keeping me nice and warm. None of them going to any use. They serve as hard pillows that leave sad indents on my face.
Don’t call. I won’t answer.
Don’t sent me an email or text. They’ll go unanswered.
Let me sleep.
No lights except the dim and a candle.
My dog and I.
Only come in the room if you can be quiet. And, for the love of God, think before you speak.
This is MY time.
I’ve no clue what’s next.
I’ve no cares either – none for now.
The shopping has stopped
Flux and her dog; perfectly fine this way.
Stop asking questions because you haven’t the right.
No dreams – it’s heavenly.