One of my favorite feelings is what ensues whenever I wrap myself up in towels – one for my hair and a big one for my body – after a warm shower in a cool room, and I collapse sideways onto the bed.
After a while spent snuggling in my towel in the bed, the towel in my hair comes apart, my hair falling, flowing, rolling out of it onto the bed in spurts as I roll onto my back.
And I just rest there for a while, in a place of bliss, nowhere to go and nothing to do but dry slowly from the shower and relax.
And that’s what I do.
Q: What do you want to do tomorrow?
A: Spend the day at home in my own room, napping.
Hashtag (haha) periods while on vacation
It is nights like tonight and weeks like this past week that have me wish for a Friday night and Saturday morning with my cat. We would typically stay up way late on Friday night, because I finally had no desired bedtime for once, although I was exhausted already from my week. And then, on Saturday morning, we both would sleep in.
It was always a sort of drowsy mix of hanging out and deep sleep, all the way to midday or early afternoon. I’d get up to use the bathroom now and again, maybe even put on a movie for a while before falling back to sleep, and off and on snuggle with my kitty cat. He would move around on the bed as he wished, sometimes putting good space between the two of us. However, for the most part, he would snuggle right up to me, usually against my head or neck (and sometimes actually on them), a sort of loving, pillow-like comfort, which I felt brought me a special sense of ease and calm similar to hot cocoa and a fire when it’s cold out.
Yeah, I miss that right now. I’m even nervous that he won’t really recognize or like me once I’m back home. Or that he’ll be lonely without other cats (his lives with three right now). Not much for me to do about that until I get back to the same town as he, right? Right.
Anyway, the point is that I want to sleep in tomorrow, and snuggle off and on with, I guess, my cat as I do that.