8/19/15

Dear (_____)

Do you really want someone else walking around the joint, farting the place up, and leaving crumbs on your coffee table?

Yeah, sometimes.

Then I wake up wedged between two cats and I think one more body in this bed and we're all going to be fighting to the death before sunrise.

Taking turns watching each other sleep, the other lying awake wondering if they should wake the other up and chit chat until they can fall asleep too.

That sounds terrible and romantic and just awful and just lovely.

Aside from time itself, sleep is one of the most valuable components to life.

The farting and crumbs and bed pile I could grow accustomed to- maybe -with occasional bursts of "what is wrong with you!"s.

The sleeping I don't think I would ever get used to.


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