The last few days have been spent lost in a world slightly outside reality, the perfect distance from home, while I've been melting into the comforts of routine, everyday trifles that barely keep me conscious and lucid. Eating cereal twice a day. Petting the cats. Watching endless DVDs and YouTube videos, only coming up for air to pour another bowl of Lucky Charms. Soft kisses. Not wearing makeup. Not changing clothes, even. Couch cushions, the whirring of the laptop, House, Futuramaand StarCraft. A vacation from everything that makes me need one.
Last night, we found a tiny worm poking his head out of a cocoon the size of a pine nut. He was pulling it along behind him, stuck to his abdomen, as he inched across the kitchen floor. We watched him for at least an hour, hoping that he would pull himself out of his little fibrous shell and expose his soft body to the world. I wondered what the evolutionary point is behind wrapping something tiny and brand new in bindings they can barely rid themselves of. As of this morning, he had not accomplished his task, and is now out in the dirt somewhere, his fate unknown to us.
We're ocean-bound tonight, hopefully soon, to sit by the bay, inhaling smoke coming off of flaming pallets, to watch my sister and her newly freed-from-high-school friends celebrate their last chances to do nothing before the world begins to expect things from them.
We missed the meteor shower last night...we got up around five this morning to see if the cloud cover had budged, but it hadn't.
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That was an amaaaazing few days! We'll see a meteor shower together someday!
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