never mind the fact that i snoozed it
one
two
three times.
face buried in the pillow, i hear something...
not quite sure what it is.
it honestly sounded like somebody was in my house, and moving veryyy quietly.
i popped up like a ninja only to find it was sleet tapping on my windows.
good morning!
not just sleet, but tiny little purty flurries aka dippin' dots.
xo
casey
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