Waking up slowly
i read under the blanket
Waking up slowly
Waking up slowly
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i read under the blanket.
not because the book is good — because the blanket makes me stay in one place long enough to finish a page.
i used to think i needed a quiet house. i just needed to be warm enough to stop moving.
now the weight of it on my legs is the signal. i'm here, i'm not going anywhere.
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