Today is the 24th of January. I am laying in bed listening to my roommate play songs on her ukulele. It is twelve noon and I lay here thinking how I managed to get drunk for the third time in four days, last night. I have laundry and paperwork waiting for me, and I lay here swimming in my thoughts of you, thinking of how I'd much rather be resting my head on your shoulder and how I had the best sleep I've had in years when sleep meant passing out on the sofa and waking up to the sight of you playing video games next to me, and how my thoughts are of you and of no one or nothing else.
