monday, five june two thousand and seventeen.
  1. receiving coffee on waking
  2. a third year psych peer sitting with me at lunch
    and explaining that third year isn't as scary as people make it out to be.
  3. Missy licking my face between sobs
  4. An unexpected chat with a wonderful being at the perfect time
  5. fresh caught fish for dinner, of which I did not catch, nor need to prepare
  6. a peppermint tea with my mum (and of course, "just a little piece of chocolate")
    and calmness
  7. journaling to the melodies of lalaland