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It's undoubtedly because i'm tired and slighly glum but for the last day or so I've been feeling a strange need to clutch someone to my bosom; my bosom is limited in scope but can provide a small amount of cushioning for a weary head.

When I was alone on the sofa this evening, sitting in the dark watching Kyra Sedgewick's cerise lipstick, I felt like I needed someone's head to be resting on my chest and my arms to be holding their phantom body. Stroke their non-existent hair. Feel warmth that doesn't come from my hot water bottle.

I watched afternoon films, I vegetated, I got awfully excited over hot dirty Jason Statham as The Transporter (eeeeee) and I marvelled at Ms. Sedgewick's expressive, rubber-band mouth. Although I may feel bereft of someone to hold today was quite a good day.

monky posted 142 words at 00:40 on 13/05/07 | (0)

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