It’s the type of constant drizzle that you just stare at and by the time you look away, hours have passed and you realize you’ve been in a blurry-landscape, crying-window-pane-induced state of comatose. You blame this on the reason you never changed out of your pajamas because suddenly, nothing else mattered but watching the rain.
This is how I spent the morning. Only add coffee and Pride & Prejudice.
So I painted my nails, opened the blinds and felt okay with the lethargic, non-productive route my day seemed to be on.
|Sirius being bewitched.|
Even Sirius couldn’t fight the overwhelming impulse to just stare outside and listen to the record player as it sent pretty melodies drifting through the room.
And I sat here thinking what a powerful spell of paralysis Sunday had put on me and how easily I gave in.
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