natyradi

There are 4,127 white dots on my ceiling. Don’t look at me like that. Maybe someday when you realize that you’re laying naked on your bed at half past two in the morning counting the dots on your ceiling, you can give me that look. Of course by then, I doubt you’ll want to. I don’t. In fact, I don’t want much of anything anymore, except to close my eyes and have them stay closed, even if it’s only for a while. 30 years. 262,800 hours, 15,768,000 minutes, and never in all of it can I remember being so tired. But there’s a world of difference between tired and sleepy. I didn’t used to think so, but I’ve learned that lesson good and well. I r...