It was raining. I got lost in myself.
I walked into the shop and bought a cup of coffee. The rain dripped off my hair and into my coffee. I sat on the train and watched houses pass me by.
I want to be home, under covers....I don't want to be brave anymore. I will never come out from under the covers. Everybody will beg me and I will never come out. I will stay under forever and ever and ever and ever...
I got off the train. I walked as fast as I could. I met a neighbour on the train.
He is going to Malaga next week for five days. Its 28 degrees there he says...
I want to go to fucking Malaga.
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6 comments:
Which is it, at home under the covers or Malaga? Make up your mind!
That just shows how fucked up I am...maybe under the covers in Malaga?
:)
Sounds like a good mix - re: under the covers in Malaga.
How have you been madam? Still strong on the blogging I see.
@anonymous: I should, I really should!
@archiwiz: Yep! Still here. I am fine. Long time! How have you been?
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