come june i’m drifting asleep with the sun still shining.

{early mornings make for early bedtimes.}

last night the ceiling fan whirled me a whacked world of crazy sleep:

black hawk helicopters, strawberry-lime jello cups!?, bikes with broken pedals, the go-go’s, rescue boats who’d only rescue carnivores (not me), raccoons, and finland??

two hours awake, and i still find myself, head cocked to the side, thinking when was the last time i fucking listened to the go-go’s?

maybe i should start eating meat.

image: sofia ajram