Man, sleepovers were the best.
I love sleepovers! I love going to my grandma's house to stay with my sister in her soft, comfy bed. I love having friends come to my house and sleep in the bed next to mine. I love lying there in the dark and spilling secrets, insecurities, dreams, inspirations, goals... I love watching people wake up with bed head hair and squinty eyes. It makes me grin.
I feel like I have lots of sleepovers these days. But I always forget to bring the ice.
These days, I wander through my day to day life without it. Sleepy, a bit lazy, drained, just completely out of it. Sort of like being poisoned. I think it's the poison of the world that's finally getting to my head. I had a friend point that out to me tonight, and I think it's time I grab my bowl and fill it up again.