sleepy time

I have a bit of a cold. It's just enough to make me feel sleepy and a little squinty-eyed, but not enough to keep me home in bed. It is, however, enough to make me dream of being home in bed and wondering how this day can drag so!

On that note, I'd like to curl up in this bed. It looks soft and quiet and warm, and I can almost feel the curtains being drawn and twilight tucking me in. I love this whole room, but I am particularly happy with the walls. I love the texture, the color, and how the shadows make the corner look cozy.

I am curious about the little bedside curio table (who needs a clock when a collection of skulls will do?). I love the contrast of rustic dark wood against a soft, pale wall.

Okay, in I go. It's too tempting.

Sorry, I've lost the photo credit.

the junk in my head

Some nights are sleepless and filled with strange dreams (like your mouth full of stitches because your gums are all rearranged; thanks E! Television). I woke up confused and exhausted, my eyes squinty and my brain in denial that morning had indeed come.

Luckily this doesn't happen very often, because when it does every cell in my body wants to abort the wake up mission, and return to bed. Stat.

Some days are a foggy blur of people talking, working on 'stuff' and going through the motions (wake up, eat, work, walk, gym, eat). I'm focused entirely on getting through to Then when I can roll my sleepy self into bed and curl up, with my pillow scrunched up just so. In the meantime, I have to do a job and drive around running errands. It's dumb, really.

Tonight I'll wear earplugs and ignore the night sounds that kept me up last night. I'll try not notice when the dog starts wagging his tail at 6:30am for his walk. I'll look away from the "Top 20 Best and Worst Plastic Surgeries" or whatever other disturbing show is on TV at the gym.

I swear. I'll do at least two out of three.

sleepy hedgehog courtesy of petsblog

sleepy kitten courtesy of wailoong.com