A Comfort and a Cliché
Today was both wonderfully magical and painfully exhausting. I experienced so many wonderful things and had many obligations to fulfill before I could seek the comfort of my bed. However, here I sit once again not sleeping, because as I settled in for the night I realized something.
I am a wonderful Cliché
The day was both wonderful and draining and left me exhausted and feeling a tad under the weather. A sore throat had been plaguing me the last few hours and that usually means that I over did it or that I'm about to have a very nasty cold. I only get sick every year or so now, a wonder I attribute to my lifestyle, and a strong immune system.
I settled in for the evening and did such things as I would do to comfort myself when I am feeling down or under the weather. As I liked around I could only chuckle. A stack of pagan books on my nightstand waiting to be read as I sipped herbal tea from a hand made mug. A dream catcher hangs alongside crystals and sachets above the head board where they work their magic as we sleep. The much beloved opening song of Practical Magic coming from the TV speakers as Wednesday, one of our black cats, settled down on my lap to demand some ear scratches.
I am a wonderful, predictable, comfortable, and magical Cliché and I don't care who knows it.
-Silver
