Friday, November 23

i can't sleep.

i'm haunted by lovers i've never met (william black, aged 19) and northumbrian folk songs and a tour of a bauhaus exhibition that i can't escape from and hives on the backs of my hands that only appear in my sleep and mysterious coughs that make me sit up and panic.


Tim Connor said...

I'd brush your golden hair & sing as I did to my duaghter:

And when you wake
You'll have some cake
And ride the pretty little ponies...

Captain Annie said...

sleeping should be easy, shouldn't it? like this.
they took a mole off me, but this time, they used a tiny "cookie cutter" that went


deep, then sewed me up. didn't like the looks of it, as it got knocked half off once. ick. my first stitches. xox