Just Like Sands...

Just like sands, unreasonable sounds
That slip through frozen hours.
Subservient to the rule
By which the millimeter stands,
A measurable passing, a granular lapse
Through the eye of a weevil
That boars itself inward.
Torn asunder, these seconds split-
The difference divides. Fleeting
Moments provide no clues,
Elusive.
The only flawless imperfection-
A quarter.


Today's waking was very nice. Considering the complete over-abuse of alcohol on mine and Sofa's part in Colindale... How do you boys put up with us? I'll certainly never understand.
After a bath in good smells with Mike, we clambered into bed and no sooner had I given him a hug than I was crashed out. Waking this morning I had those lovely simple thoughts you get for the first five minutes-

Mike looks cute.
He's warm.
And soft.
I didn't have a nightmare :D
I'm gonna make lemonade.
Gods my hair feels glossy.

It was a clean stream of simplistic, gentle thoughts that I could understand. They didn't require analysis and I could deal with each of them. I also like that my thoughts went - Mike, tummy, head in order of how much I pay attention to them and heed them :P.
Long-sleeved shirts just make you more cuddly, honey. :D
It's raining, but the sky is still yellow so I hope for more rain although I do feel slightly better.
I've been sneezing such a lot recently. Illness. Allergy. Spores in room. Who knows.