Starbucks '06 Peaberry Blend. A 10 ounce cup means I make it with 12 ounces of h2o. Only 10 pour out in the end. I do not know why this is, it just is.
My mug says "I Write" but that's not who I feel like this morning. Yet. That is not who I am to be. Instead I am wondering where downtown I can buy linnen, preferably today, preferably in the next hour. I accept that in the next hour isn't going to happen. Tomorrow morning then.
I have also come to accept that I really only have one bottom sheet for my bed. The other one is ripped, and I could sew it but it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep on. I suppose now it is condemned to a life as giftwrap. It is a cotton sheet; it would not make very good rags.
The churchbells across the street are creating a cacophony that drowns out my Ben Harper. I almost never hear them anymore because I am so used to them being there, yet I think I would miss them if they were silent.
Silent.
It is clean sheet day at my house. This is part of the reason that I am thinking about linnens. It is clean sheet day and in approximately a month (maybe a month and a few weeks) my Love will be here. And I want him to feel like there is something here, in my linnen, that I have created to mark his place, his space. Something to let him know that he can co-rule my Queendom.
His favourite colour is blue. I know it well. Everyone in my life who has been close to me has something of me. I have dyed pillow cases in shades and hues condusive to good dreaming.
I think you know where this is going by now, what my little surprise will be.
Take it with you, my love, so that you will think of me every night as you close your eyes. Though distance separates, long may we meet in dreams.
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