This Morning...

It seems I'm out of it today. You know that feeling, when you wake up and you're still not quite awake, and you feel like anything's possible? Like, if there was an elephant in your room and it happened to be speaking to you, it would seem perfectly normal, and maybe even contrite? That's how I feel right now, and I'm not sure that's a good thing. Sometimes I think it's just me being empathetic, open to all the emotions around me instead of one. But then I remind myself that I'm the only one in this room, and that it's only my emotions around me, unless the boyfriend sleeping in bed has his seeping out. I guess it's just my mind not making up its mind, so I'm stuck thinking about talking elephants and Draco Malfoy going on a train to Canada with me. Except it's much less whiny and pretentious. I don't even know why I chose him. Last I checked in that dream it was some tall brown-haired guy – rather handsome too. Something involving pocket dimensions and smelling gunk that almost knocks you unconscious because it's so bad, and I just wake up like nothing's happened. Naturally, I tried going back to bed just to finish it, and stop my curious itch of making sense of it all, but my stomach pushed me out of bed and into the fridge to scrounge for what would be considered something to hold me over. Because unlike normal people, I don't drink milk with cereal. Not because I'm allergic or anything, but just because I hate cows.

Okay, I lied. But cows do get pretty gaseous, and I'm not talking about chatty here either.