the first day of june

it is friday and i just want to cradle my over-stuffed belly and snuggle into bed on a rooftop with this lovely weather, hearing traffic and ant-like people bustling below, read the story of edgar sawtelle and fall asleep beneath a night sky ringing with stars.

the story of edgar sawtelle has reignited in me something that i have not had for a long, long time, i want to be completely absorbed into it like a foetus in a womb