Cops? Well, yes, but that’s not what I was thinking of.
Winning lottery tickets? Obviously, but I know the math and the odds and that whole reality thing totally sucks when you know those.
Scissors? Yeah, but solved that by buying a couple dozen pair and leaving them all over the house.
No, basing my argument in reality while bemoaning the nature of reality (and not being in the presence of any scofflaws whose activities might be endangering me), I speak of the one great item (given that whole adulting thing and the odds of successfully running away and joining the circus being on a par with that aforementioned lottery ticket) that’s missing from my life when I really need it.
A pillow fort.
I’m telling you, I’m sitting here, exhausted, looking for inspiration on what to write tonight and what kept coming back to me was how much I would love right this second to crawl into a warm pillow fort with my iPad (it has a whole library on it, as well as movies) and read for a while from a book I’m really enjoying and then falling asleep and not waking up to an alarm clock more tired than when I went to sleep, but instead waking up only when I was rested and was ready to wake up…
I need that pillow fort.
