*✿ ︵ ┬───* My body is running on rich dreams. *✿ ︵

I wake up from a beautiful dream, legs fully covered of spontaneous bruises. Yes, this is what happens when you don’t move! My shoes probably think I died. Hm? My feet? Can I at least move them? Today let’s be busy with everyday things, let’s be occupied. Where is my bailey’s coffee? Where is my cooking (non-)drinkable wine? How early is too early to open a bottle of Jim Beam?