My tiredness makes me hang limp like wet laundry on a cold still day. I feel like every muscle is giving into gravity. What I want is sleep, a nice warm bed and a solid night of dreams. But my OCD won't let me. I can't have chaos outside and chaos in here too. My hair accessories are scattered over the dresser and my paperwork has sprawled over the easy chair. I should put them away the first time, try to stick to my resolutions. I want to wake up to a clean house and so I set about putting things right. Tomorrow I have nothing to do but enjoy the day, sitting at the window with a good book.
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