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Rant of the Day: Cocoon of Warmth

So I’m laying side ways on my bed right? I’m all comfortable and cozy because my room isalwaysfreezing. I’ve got my favorite blanket draped over my body and a book in my hands while the sky is beginning to cry. I can promise it’s probably crying because it knew what was going to happen next.

So the cat comes in. Normally no big deal. He usually just saunters in sniffs around may lay down on my bed, or may leave. Depends on his mood. Today he was clearly in the mood to annoy me.

Again, I am laying there not bothering him, but he suddenly jumps on the bed and starts sniffing around me and my book. I just look at him. The next step in his diabolical plan is to start bumping his head against my hand. Being the nice person I am I scratch his head. Does he leave after that nugget of affection? No! He keeps bumping his head against my hand and looking pointedly at my blanket!

Obviously he wants to snuggle, which is perfectly fine with me. Extra warmth! So I lift up the side of the blanket, letting in a blast of icy air, and wait for him to enter the cocoon of warmth.

He stares at me.

I stare at him.

He blinks.

I put the blanket down to reserve some semblance of warmth.

He nudges my hand.

I pick it back up.

He looks at me as the last of the warmth fades. And he walks away.

I am now left with an empty cocoon! My cocoon of warmth is gone! Vanished! AND I have lost my comfortable position! So not only am I cold,butI am also very uncomfortable.

And the cat is happy as a clam sleeping at the foot of my bed under my jacket.

Figures.

dadracomalfoy:

“J.K. Rowling confesses almost killing Ron off mid-series”

OOC: If she decided to kill Ron, DRAMIONE could have happened.

My life =) aka books

So I’m packing for camp… Exciting right? And I’ve only got too books on my bed, one only about 300 pages and the other about 550 pages. Usually only enough to last me maybe two days. My mom comes in and sees them by my backpack, “You don’t need to bring that big honking book,”

Me- “Wha????”

Mom- “You’ll be on a bus! With your friends!”

Me- “Yeah! For 18 hours!! And that’s just going there.”

Mom- “You won’t have any time for reading.”

In my head I was like ‘who does she think I am??? There is ALWAYS time for reading. And if there isn’t, you make time.’

Readers of the world unite!!