I haven't read much at all lately. It bothers me, but somehow the simple act of taking the book off of my shelf and reading for a while has proven itself nearly impossible. I figure I'll probably read a ton in the summer though.
I had a dream I was walking through these abandoned dirty streets and then I crawled through a low opening in a wall and stood up inside this movie theatre that somehow was everything I love… roomy, soft, white, clean, cosy… also it was a kitchen with food and treats and soft brightly-colored towels and cloth in the drawers and cabinets. It felt magical and so safe, and there were so many nice people there.
We were all wearing only slippers, no shoes.
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.