Even though it's getting warmer here now, sometimes when it's in the low 60's and we have the windows open and there's breezes, I can not get warm all day. I want to be this kitty. I got to put on a sweatshirt and curl up under a blanket.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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