Thursday, January 12, 2012

It's a White Oleander Kind of Day

Morning rain.
Body is sore,
trying out this new "gym" concept.
It's nice,
but I like it here
in my bed.
Gilbert looks over me,
protector of any dangerous  and nosey roomies *cough* trying to invade on my personal space.
I appreciate that, Gilbert.
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