It's a cold, rainy, gray day - the kind of day that if you were out and about you'd rather be home, not sloshing and slogging around town while your toes go numb and your hair frizzes about your head. You'd fantasize about sitting on the couch with a good book or movie. Your lovely blanket would be gathered about like a giant hug and your hot cup of tea an offering of love everytime you bring it to your lips. You may fade in an out of blissful little naps, but no worries. There is nothing more important to do than to give in to this singular, sweet moment.
I will stay on the island of my couch until I have no choice but to leave it.
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