My sister once bought me a thick, black, wool coat. I remember smiling like an idiot when I first saw the thing. Now I look at it and it’s hard not to remember the cancer. But, I like to lose myself in memories of when she was still around.
I fucking hate alarms. I hate the way I sleep through them. I hate the fact that I need one, and yet it never seems to pull through for me. I have broken and and reparied, and rebooted enough alarms for me to hate sleeping.