raybear | I can turn back the hands of time

Everyday between the hours of three and five pm, I get ridiculously exhausted so much so that I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. Several times a week this results in me falling asleep on the train on the way home, which I don't mind except it's not a very long nap -- when I lived in Evanston it was perfect because I got a 45 minute nap on the train and felt refreshed in time for dinner and the evening.

I went home last night planning to nap, but ended up having some "alone-time" as I'm known to call it that lasted longer than five minutes. When I was done, I was too hungry to nap, so I got up and fixed food. After spending some time online, making a few phone calls, and watching chunks of Queer Eye on the Straight Guy, I was ready to be in bed, even if I wasn't sleepy, so I went through my rituals and got cozy with the pup and a book and a magazine. I drifted off to sleep to the sounds of Waldeck's The Night Garden.

I woke up at midnight to the phone. I talked for awhile but can't remember much of what was said, except after I hung up I put on clothes and Sophie thought she was going out again, but instead I found myself gliding out into the night alone. I mean, I'm sure from another's perspective I was actually stumbling through the night and across town, but I felt sort of high and outside myself, moving effortlessly and floating on instinct. Wearing my house shoes probably added to the dreamy effect.

All for the reward of sliding between the sheets and finding that other body to curl up against and fall asleep next to. It was a very "first month honeymoon" type action, in some ways. Lay with me because you wish to, not out of obligation.

Tell me something about Boston.