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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.


























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Monday, November 24, 2003
Who's the Creepiest of them All?  
So yesterday morning, I went to bed around 4, which is pretty usual for my weekends. I wake up at 12, and, with my eyes barely open, twist my head minimally to see the clock, then habitually turn the other way to see if Mona is still sleeping. She is. Deciding that it's too early and that it'd be best if I laid back down for half an hour, I let my head collapse into the groove in my pillow already set to its shape.

Next time my consciousness takes the best of me for the day, I do my best to fight it and keep my eyes shut for a good thirty seconds. Again my habitualness takes over, and I wonder if Mona is still sleeping. I spring out of my state of catatonia facing Mona's bed, and in the split second that it takes for my head to reach over the carboard box in the way of my view, Mona appears in sight - sitting in the middle of her bed looking right back at me.

The only logical conclusion I can derive from this occurance is that Mona likes to watch me sleep. She'll deny it, but I'm sure that's only to keep the element of surprise with her. Either that or she's in deep denial. I'll have to assume the former.

When I told this story to Summer and Nancy, Nancy told me that one of these weekends she will come into our room, grab Mona's desk chair, and stare at us both until we wake up. If things go as planned, I will open my eyes and Nancy's face will be a maximum 4 inches from mine. The contest of who's creepiest in this suite will never end....
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