I was waiting for my betrothed to finish up in the bathroom. I was debating whether to sit my bed up in a comfier position or just hunch over my kindle while I waited. And then the words, “The comforts of this world are not finite,” came into my head.
I have no idea what kind of extra dimensional being is dropping that shit into my brain but I sat the bed up to read in comfort and I’m gonna try to live more in the realm of: if I can be comfortable, I should be.