With a roof made from Egyptian cotton
It was this time last year that I got my habit. Not long ago at all really. But in that time a lot of money has been earned, and spent. And that's about it. I've been picking flowers and pressing them between the pages of the giant dictionaries on my desk. I used to do that as a little girl, and we'd find them years later, so many hiding places many would get lost. I thought I'd saved enough money to pay my rent. It's odd, but somehow, I imagined that I have a $1000 overdraft, when really, it's just $500. So I checked my account, got all confused, and now I don't know what to do. The landlord is a horrible man, and has already summoned me to the rental court thingy last month. The thing is, my boyfriend often forgets to give me my mail. So I received the letter, but after the day I was supposed to go. Strangely, I had paid all my rent. I HAD been a month late, but I'd paid it. I don't even know what's going on, it's legal and written in French. I think I'm being kicked out, but whatever, my lease is up in two months anyway. I just want to rest, that's all. I hate moving. I want space around me that's clear and uncluttered and smells like me. There's nothing like your own pillow. That's what I want, to move into my pillow. I wouldn't leave often, that's for sure.