when penn moves out

there are five days in the week that most american's dedicate to working. then there are two days to dedicate to playing. i'd like to request one extra day. one day to do nothing.

there's a feeling that's been knawing at me lately, to crawl into bed wearing something comfy, pull the laptop in with me, some popcorn, maybe, or hot chocolate, and watch movies and take naps. to shower, and crawl naked and damp under the heavy comforter. to read and read and read, a whole book, even. to have chinese food delivered to my door. to peacefully do maybe one load of laundry that doesn't get unfolded by silly baby hands and roll myself up in a warm towel. an ageless pleasure of mine. i'd like to just lay somewhere without thoughts of things un-done or yet-to-come or haven't-been-done and i'd like to lay there for a really long time.

maybe it'll happen. when penn moves out.