This morning I stretched out, glamorous and lazy, planning to be purposefully late. Dismissive and smiling. What real life?
I took my time, browsing through my thoughts and movements carefully and deliberately. Washed my hair in the sink for the fun and dirt of it. I still didn’t feel quite tired enough. I spoke with clarity and wit, despite the crusts caked over the leftover sparkles in my eyes.
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 9:22 PM UTC
This morning I stretched out, glamorous and lazy, planning to be purposefully late. Dismissive and smiling. What real life?
I took my time, browsing through my thoughts and movements carefully and deliberately. Washed my hair in the sink for the fun and dirt of it. I still didn’t feel quite tired enough. I spoke with clarity and wit, despite the crusts caked over the leftover sparkles in my eyes.
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