I love rainy days. Especially on weekends or holidays, I always wake up in the morning to the rain and I feel so safe and snug with the covers pulled right up to my chin, a cup of coffee, moosie, and the gauzy curtains pulled across the windows giving me a filtery, almost ethereal look onto the miserable world outside. Sometimes I feel I'm so like that, that I pull myself into the recesses of my mind to escape everything. That warm snug safe place inside. Other than that I adore rainy days, they give me such warm, hugable feelings. Adore them, I do. Yes. Yes.

Also: I love my bed. Big, warm, spacious and no one steals my sheets.


Schnugged at 17:15 |