It's chilly on the sofa, it's warm in the bed. The transition therebetween touches motor brushes, light controllers and a mental closing off of today. I don't want this day to be over. Today I had a portion of delicious chicken soup that contained therein 400 grams of leftover roast chicken.

In my head is a see saw where feeling wanted and wanting rarely balance. Rather my ego weighs down the former at the expense of my wanting wanting heart. Today I'm ok. Today I'll be falling asleep peacefully. But then again, I nearly always do.