I've just gone through my second box of Kleenex and my nth litre of water, all while bedridden for hours. I was starting to feel sad after watching the 10th episode of Orange Is The New Black. Segue: I never want to go to jail (which relates to today's tax office run--reminding me that I should always pay my taxes on time no matter how painful it is for my working-class-22-year-old-self). Back to this dream though. I wouldn't care if the rest of my home looked empty (read: clean), as long as I have a bed as white as snow with black decals over it and skulls laying about in the room. And of course, fresh flowers. Preferably peonies.
Good night. xx
Good night. xx
