Freewriting Quote of the Day
I'd like to lie down in my high, cheap bed, and put on my pajama pants, and curl up with the blankets over me and the curtains twisted just so to keep out the bright, reddening light. The heaviness of eyelids and people passing by outside closed doors. The drifting of sounds between sleep and dreams, a fading half-awareness. A voice that in my absence forms no words.
[I think it says something when one's freewriting becomes unashamed lusting for a nap.]