I woke up on a couch this morning. Popcorn kernels sprinkled throughout my curls . I was still wearing my coat, and my phone was nowhere to be found. I laid there for a minute trying to piece together the moments before I fell asleep.. I could see my pulse in my eyelashes. I don't know what it is about reverting back to old habits when your surrounded by the past. I can't believe it's already Sunday. So much work to get done.. fuck, this lesson is getting old.