I wish I had a cherry coloured doona to snuggle underneath, in a giant iron bed, and one of the cats would creep in just before dawn just to snuggle; so that I could warm icy ears and frozen pads before we both went back to sleep.
I hope I wake up smiling and happy; that my mother and sister can put up with my out-of-tune singing of satirical songs and flash-in-the-pan pop songs for just one morning. That I remember to do every single thing I have to do.
(I also hope that it's raining or freezing. I feel like putting on my daggy hoodie and my fingerless gloves with the glittery threat that is unravelling; and it being okay for me to buy hot chocolate at the cafe on the corner.)
Time for sleep now.
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