I got out of bed after 9am this morning. I spent part of that rime reading, as reading in the mornings is my favourite. No phone, no social media, just me, my bed and a book. I finished my book too, so now I’m trying to figure out what I want to read next. I didn’t get to sleep until late last night. My belly was full of pizza and herby garlic bread and I could not get into that calm and peaceful realm of sleep. Sometimes my mind enters this weird space when I’m trying to sleep where my thoughts feel so distant, like they’re half my own and half someone else. I don’t know how to explain it, but I guess it’s like my mind is so close to sleep but still stuck in the thousand and one things running through my mind. I’m currently hanging out with my dog on the couch, thinking about the pancakes I’m going to make at some point this morning but also wanting to go back to the warmth of my bed. https://www.instagram.com/p/BoAfdsVn7A1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9scjd48bx8fa
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