“Each time I die, I wake up in the body of his next victim. Time is never on my side, and I am running out of lives.”
“For as long as you can remember you’ve had this weird dream: You’re lying on a metal table, a light in your face, a dark silhouette stands above you. ‘She isn’t ready. Send her back.’ the voice says. Then you wake up. Tonight you sleep, except this time the voice says, ‘She’s ready. Pull her out.'”
“You’re taking a break outside your office building in a city. Listening to music you unconsciously tap your foot to the tune, but suddenly the sidewalk falls out from under you. You hear a voice in your head, ‘Correct. Access granted.'”
It’s no secret that my favorite time of year is coming up and while most would probably call me basic for loving the autumn season I have always been an autumn child. In my 30 years of living this has been a true constant and I don’t see it ever changing. One of my dreams is to move to a place with actual changing leaves as my current home provides not even a tri-colored fallen leaf to keep me sated. All I can do is look out my window hoping for gray skies, orange trees, and a crisp wind as I cuddle with a warm cup of tea.
Last night I was ready for a warm cup partly for the satisfaction it brings me and also because I wanted something to help me sleep as that has been an issue as of late. I dug through some of my boxes and right after I proclaimed aloud that “I need one BIG tea box to organize these,” I pulled a caffeine free tea out from my May Sipsby box.