one more step to the top of the city

i like to sleep with my window open.

i like it when i'm nestled in my bed and the blankets are heavy on me and i have to pull them up to cover my ears, or even right over my head [with a space for my mouth to breathe the frsh air- i hate having to breathe under the blankets. it weirds me out]. i like feeling the cold air wash over my nose and mouth, and i like the way it's hard to get up from my bed in the morning.

i might have taken the cold-room thing a little to far though- last night on my desk there was a mug with some left over coffee in the bottom from yesterday. when i got up this morning, i grabbed the mug to use again today.

the coffee in the bottom was fozen solid.