this morning #1646.
this morning, at least i woke up in the comfort of my bed. baby steps. my hair was matted into a patty on the left side of my head though. passed out & tipped over a jelly jar that i’d set down next to me at some point in between scoops. jelly in bed. again. strawberry. preserves, actually. slept in it. believe me, it’s not as sweet as it sounds. that’s the joke i made to a friend at the bar the last time i did something like this. in that instance, it was ice cream. half a pint. only slightly more acceptable. i stripped down. headed to the shower. washed the jelly off & watched it pool around the drain. forced it down with my foot. focused on the feeling of it squeezing between my toes as i did. warned my nighttime self: no more jelly in bed.