i slept for thirteen hours, which isn't much, from nine to ten, but from twelve to one and then some it feels like i woke up from a coma. i feel awake but also still asleep. my body has sunk into my bed, morphed with it. we are one. i cannot leave. the pillows make my neck and back and this keyboard is only an attachment of my hands, fingertips.
i did leave, once. to shovel, because i was feeling warm, and outside there's snow and snow = cold + water, cold being the important part, though anyone who knows me knows i could stand to get some liquid into my body every once in a while. there was nothing to shovel, because the worst of the storm has already passed (school tomorrow, yay). but still i made a snowball and rolled it up the dog path, until it was bigger than my head and too heavy for my chicken arms to carry.
i placed the head on a hill and made it a kippah. he's beautiful. i think i'll call him connor.
