3.19

I woke up again last night after falling asleep folded over on my knees, suspended in air by a clever arrangement of ropes and fabric. I woke up again with my face pressed against the nylon sheet, my toes pressed up uncomfortably, my head full of blood. I woke up again last night shivering because I underestimated insulation. It's too important and my body is too cold to keep going. I dip my toes toward the earth so I can curl up on the couch underneath the cat.