Petey is dozing on my desktop. I love the way he tucks his nose under his paw, which reminds me of the way I pull my flannel sheets and red fleece blanket across my lips at night, my pillow angled just so, and Petey curled against me and the darkness, purring us both to a happy place.
We had five glorious, sunny days in a row, which makes today’s cloud cover seem especially dim and heavy. The cherry blossoms, though, are so many kinds of perfect: from their five-petal shape to their pale pink color to the brown leaves that frame them to their intoxicating scent, I can’t get enough. I’m wearing my brown and pink suede sneakers in their honor today.
My heart is fluttering this morning, sporadically beating against my chest like a moth against the light. Not good.
My raspberry colored Woolrich sweater is so cozy, but the berry scented candle burning on the kitchen table is nauseatingly sweet. The air smells like Jell-O, and the only thing I like about this candle is that my little Grrrl bought it for me with her own money for my birthday, which makes it sweet in a whole other way.
She also bought me a stuffed Eeyore because she knows I relate to the one and only depressed character in the Hundred Acre Wood. And she bought me a Heffalump, because if you have Eeyorish tendencies, you really need a smiling, purple elephant on your dresser.
Happy Weekend.
March 16, 2007
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