Bed weather

Being stuck in bed all day is no fun. It’s restful but it gives one way too much time to zone out and remember things. And miss things.

I miss cold afternoons and nights. I miss goodnight kisses, jackets and hats. I miss aimless walks at dusk. I miss the smell of sun dried linen and the quiet that happens at 3pm in our old house. I miss mundane pointless conversations over coffee that have nothing to do with thesis schedules and bloated egos.

Crap, I suddenly remember being five and going on my first holiday with the ‘rents. I sure miss that.

I miss carnations, jam sessions and phone calls that don’t involve drunk dialing.

I miss being kissed without game or agenda. I miss cooking lunch coz I know I have friends coming over.

I miss the normality of it all outside this insane funny farm of directors, models and actor wannabees.