If you know you know
I’m half-way there! I did it! I’m on track! I spent this weekend catching up on the words I did not write during the week. I started on Friday with 12400 words. I doubled that these past three days, holy cow!! I’m so proud of myself.
The first thing Bee noticed when her consciousness came back to her was that she was not as warm as she liked to be. The blanket atop her felt weirdly on her arm, coarser than how it should. Like the fluffy blanket she should be feeling, the one she kept underneath her top cover for extra warmth, had somehow been pushed down the bed during the night, which was unusual because she didn’t think that moved around that much. It had never been a problem before.
And then there was the peculiar texture she was feeling against her stomach. Light. Slippery. Not at all like fleece. And her legs were right up against the top cover with no barrier or pajama pants to protect them. Odder and odder.
the chaos of 2020: unimaginably painful. miserable. quite literally deadly.
the chaos of this past week: e x h i l a r a t i n g
damn no wonder i used this place to cope in 2013 i forgot how fun this shit was