i've been awake for about three hours now. already had my first cup of tea. not in the mood for coffee. don't know why. zora (my cat) woke me up, as usual. she has developed the notion that i must be conscious in order to snuggle. i can't get upset, though. she's too endearing. anyways, i had a bizarre dream. it was all over the place. it went from horses, to fragile white boats on dark emerald waters, to knitting (the needles were really neat, though), to dreaming semi-lucidly just to see if i would be able to get out of a yacht if i were ever rich and in one alone that began sinking. i got out. i had to break the window. the water was cold. but i woke up to kitten nudges before i could ever reach the surface. so who knows, maybe i did drown. i feel like a part of me withers and dies every time i wake up anyways. subtly. delicately. eternally drifting in those bleak waters. eyes like cursed pearls.
i hope it rains today.