There are nights when you can not wait to slip away from you and then a glass of water and corn and figs in bed waiting for you to slap the alarm. And if you dream to be a superhero or princess of your world of fairy tales to say that the karma you had a hundred and some pieces had not the rest.
Then there are nights when you do not realize how old you are and go to bed just because you can not find his sunglasses and then there you are under the sheets with the panda eyes in search of that darkness that will continue to you feel on the night. Turn off all the hugs and the smell of coffee pillow caresses you sleep.
E at the end here are the nights to come home and you wonder why so much energy that you feel is the slide in! And you just look at the tools of your trade already ordered the chair to realize that tomorrow is Sunday and unfortunately it is already Monday.
or Tuesday.
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Wednesday or Thursday ... or Friday ...
Music on air: Sigur Ros - Sæglópur
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