winter skin

Boy, oh boy, what I'd give to have a few hours with a hot cup of tea and a book. Any book, really. I've been so distraught. What good is owning so many books if you are never able to get to know them? or spend any time with them?
And my tea sets in the corner are beginning to look neglected. Along with the tea I have pouring out of suitcases from the move that only recieves attention if grandma comes for tea.
I miss all my beautiful candles and my beautiful pocket watch that I wear around my neck.
I almost even miss knowing the time or the day. Almost.

I miss warm and cozy bubble baths and my long hair.

And those lovely days that you do exactly what you want, when you want.

and there's always time.

I miss my cat. My wonderful little cat- My Scardie Cat. She got lost during the move.

I miss easily falling asleep at night.

And maybe, just maybe, I'd like to fit inside this bottle.

If only I could find a small bottle labeled 'Drink Me', the way Alice did. I could shrink so small that I would fit right inside that bottle and I could hide away all day on that ship and never have to go to work or attend school again.

I would live in my own little world.

You could join me, if you like. We would all live just the way we'd like to.

If only...