Aw, c'mon, I'm not that old

[spatch]

It's one of those mornings where you wake up well-enough rested, and the sun's coming in thru the window and landing on the bed so as to warm you up without being in your eyes, and a happy cat is curled up by your side snoozing peacefully, and the room is chilled enough so that the special binding on the blanket is cool to the touch and feels kinda nice against your face as the blankets are pulled up high, and you feel so goddamn great to be alive that you yawn and str-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-etch and pull a leg muscle for your troubles.

Ah, good morning.

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[pancua.livejournal.com]

ouch! Time to break out the sports creme. ;)