A semi chronicle of just another Sarah's life and dreams...and writing. Oh, and erroneous grammar catches. Maybe.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Things I have learned, 1
There is no point to storing things under your bed, unless it is boxes. When you're little, it's different. I used to love to climb under my bed. Seriously. I got a kick out of diving under there, pushing myself between the bed springs and the dust bunnies, and just relaxing in the little hidey-hole that the sheets and blanket make. Now, what's the point? There isn't. I won't be squirming around in the dust anytime soon to grab something out from under my bed. If it's under there, it's because it's not going to get used for a lo-o-ong time.
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