Every morning I wake up grappling for a handhold out of sleeps strange tides. Internally kicking and crying, trying to see the self that lay down last night. In this haze I have grasp for a phone to direct my untidy neuronβs firings. Book are a safer place for me to feel human as I come out of the night.Β
A lovely way to begin the day <3
Something about getting to step into another world from the comfort of your bed, snuggled up in blankets and pillows, soft jazz playing in the background, while sipping on a comfortingly hot cup is just magical.
