I'm sitting here on the pink Velvet coach in my living room,
as one roommate clings to the futon, another runs about upstairs, and I'm here-
I really should be doing better things with my time like finding a job for one,
or just doing something mildly productive, but I'm not.
And that's okay, because the trees are at such a stand still, they're not even trying to convince me to come out and play, which is okay, just for today.
Yesterday was my birthday along with a few others,
so the day carried a lot of magic even though the sky held one shade of gray for the entirety of the day. But I've never spent such a good day wrapped up in blankets.
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