Monday, 18 October 2010

Home.

Dad's here. Mom's not.

I spend my mornings alone, in a sleepy stupor. With cats. I don't seem to NEED the laptop to be on. I don't need anyone, really.
I sleep. I read. The cats flop around me, fat white furry. I wake up late nights sometimes to see a white mound curled at my feet.
Closest I can get to contentment under the circumstances.



4 comments:

Shreya said...

You *know* people in some other busy part of the world are envious of you right now.

Jack said...

Mystique,

I hope your batteries are fully recharged to write new posts when you return to Mumbai. Have best of time while you are home.

Take care

Kilgore Trout said...

Fucking. Retarded. No. Wonder. You. Got only. Cats. For. Company.

Mystique said...

Who said I had only cats?