My fitted sheet shrank in the wash. Every time I try to pull the last corner down another one pings off the bed. I am Sisyphus, these sheets are my rock.
I cannot rest until my work is done. I try to make my bed, at least I will never lie in it. God laughs.
in between sleep when im half waking up & tucking myself in tighter for a last 10-20-30 mins of rest, the meadow scent from my blanket hazing me as i drift back out & ignore my alarms
