The neon lights of the nearby grocery illuminate the midnight sky and new-fallen snow in a soft pink glow as I drift off to sleep. I lift an ear for the familar sounds of a quirky film circa-1932 drifting from my sister's domicile, but I hear nothing. The silence envelopes me until I fear my gentle tapping to be heard. I long for the warmth of the creature napping lazily down the hall. The world doesn't seem real at this time of night, especially when the ground is buried in a foot and two inches of hard, cold snow. My skinny arms yearn for the comfort of the darkness under my quilt as I type quietly, solemnly. I hope for a better tomorrow.
I'll post pictures of my Valentine's cake and my puppy tomorrow. It is midnight, and I need sleep. Au revoir,
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ReplyDeleteJust wondering, do you speak French?
ReplyDeleteNo, I do not speak French, only a few words and phrases. I've been wanting to learn for a while though, but my school only has Spanish classes. I am proud to say that I know how to say "I would like to buy a hamburger," and "my little cabbage," along with standard greetings, farewells, and etiquette.
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