Fur

I'm at that weird point where I don't want to sleep...but I can't think of many good reasons to be awake, either. I feel like I'm at a cusp, like I'm listening intently for the squeak of a hinge somewhere. My adventures (and I think of them like that-my days and the moments in them) have been many and varied in the last couple of days, but still, I'm unsatisfied. Troubled, maybe, but maybe not. Whatever it is, I hope it passes.

This is not me.