The best kind of Sunday.
Lazy. Sleepy. Reading. Surfing. No contacts and pj pants. Natural curls in a bun.
Still feeling... not anxious, restless.
Ready for the next chapter but scared. Not ready. Wanting. Waiting. Why waiting I don't know, because no one is going to come knocking at my front door.
Currently reading the last story in Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King. It made me catch my breath. I know how she felt when she stumbled across that hidden box. It made feelings best forgotten come to the surface. But only for a little while, thankfully.
