Jun. 8th, 2015

Jun. 8th, 2015 01:55 pm
I like sitting in the living room with all the lights off as a storm comes in. The change in the color and strength of the light, and the sound of the wind in the tree outside, and the cat falling neatly asleep as if he's on a schedule, then waking indignantly up again when the rain hits the roof.

A year ago Papaw had just come home from the first nursing home. I may have been sitting in this particular spot on the couch, or he may have been. He left a little bloodstain on the cushion that is presently to my left, which I scrubbed out a long time after.

Jun. 8th, 2015 02:30 pm
me: *decides never to move again*

hundreds of thousands of years in the future, still in same spot on the couch: bleh

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