Tonight I heard the rain pouring down.
My bedroom has a ceiling of wood, a layer of insulation and her skin just above the tile, so I heard every drop that knocked to entice them to think. I like the rain and, in my opinion, does this: teases, torments and persecutes boots placed in the shoe, "Come a little work that way 'I'm mud!"
Anyway, I went down to pee - that break - and, before returning to sleep, I reveled in the pleasure of clean sheets - I changed yesterday - of warmth under the blankets and the quiet breathing of my husband who was sleeping.
It was not long awake or agitated. E 'state of limbo where the thoughts of a cat my neighbor, with a glass eye that seems, was to eat and told me not to impress you because, from that bulb, saw birth of a flower, a branch of olive wood told me that he missed his little games to become just olive oil, a helicopter landed on the chimney of my fireplace and the warmth of my fire went up and made him turn the blades on the contrary, and he felt a strange tickling rotor ... But there were also three small assassins with the Pajama full of holes and a giant bow that threatened three donuts - also with the holes of the same mother, a Mrs. Gruyère -, I said ... threatening those jackets full of sugar which if not stopped being so sweet they would be made out to shots of teeth! So spoke Mr. Caffelatte to devise a remedy and asked his friend to drop them onto the bottom bowl and keep them hostage until I had finished my breakfast. Why
perhaps those donuts touched me, because of all the holes that could haunt me in my sleep, the stomach was to be the biggest ...
I think tonight I just hunger. Soon after I was asleep again quell'insalata of thoughts, and when I woke up this morning, I found just the ring of the embrace of my husband.
At this point I should make a small clarification: I not only like the rain, I think that at times can even be magical.
Good all day
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