the aftermath

      I have a crick in my neck. A big one. I am a tree in winter waiting to feel life in me again. Actually, if anything it's the opposite - a little too much life of late. All the festivities of love and food and boardgames have led to me sleeping a full night face down in my pillow, thus the crick. I am presently warming up my muscles beneath a hot beanbag. In fact, I think it's time to curl up under the covers with a big book and read till I blur into dreams. Good night!