MaggieAndBee
A girl and her cat. We like stuff.
I didn’t mind rain or wind or trees before we moved to the country. Now all the goddamn noise just makes it that much more difficult for me to assess in the middle if the night whether or not that’s actually a creature that’s tap-dancing across the roof, and whether that creature is the sort of creature that is planning on leaping through the bedroom window to tear out my liver and save it for dessert before starting in on the rest of me, or the sort that’ll be satisfied with just clawing my eyeballs out for hors d’oeuvres and politely declining everything else.
It’s nice here.
4:13 pm, by maggieandbee, ∞
