short black hair

i have had the worst night ever. if i slept five hours - with interruptions - it's a lot. i haven't had those pictures in my head for a while. those pictures resulting from thoughts that just won't get out of your head and just won't let you sleep. it's amazing and frightening at the same time how my whole body reacts to something happening before the inner eye. but i would rather forget what i saw last night, because i know it is still there and might very well come back in the next small hours.

when i decided to get up and make myself some tea it was only 9.45 am. which gives me some time to try to wake up properly (not going to happen really) and to be in a better mood. i really feared it would be 12 pm and i'd have to rush with a head still full of thoughts and a body craving for rest.

as i'm writing this something is very lightly tickling my arm. it's a black hair. could be from one of the dogs. not necessarily.

just in case you read this: good morning, cee.