i crawl, nay, haul myself up a cliff into the create box after this Tuesday of a day, never has a day been more Tuesday, not a monday, no, none of that let's get this bread attitude, nor a wednesday with its marathon consistencies and slumpish tendencies, nay, it's not a thursday where you know the weekend is looming and you're going to Get there, and it was absolutely not a Friyay, no. it was a Tuesday, and never has a Tuesday tuesday-ed more.
i haul myself in here with my nails digging into the cave floor, of the tumblr cave, to say,
nay, to shout
scream, screech and sob
nesting omegas that don't know they're nesting
nesting omegas that are going about their regular lives, getting their hot drink at 8.25, saying hi to their colleagues, giving raised eyebrows to their boisterous students and sending emails to the myriad of email recipients that one tends to have, blissfully unaware of their little nesting tendencies
blissfully unaware that the reason why the two people in front of them in the hot drinks queue ducked out was not because they had an urgent call or they couldn't decide but because the omega in question was radiating a little red cloud of must acquire hot drink now and the two people decided that yes, they must
blissfully unaware that the reason why they had a seat on the train was because they were radiating a soft glow of sleepy tired too early bed bed bed and those four school-going boys decided to start their day off with a good deed
blissfully unaware that the reason why they flowed effortlessly through the corridor - usually an elbow filled ordeal - was that yes, they radiated a red haze of my coffee is on my desk which is around that corner, i can make it and collectively the populace decided that they would indeed make it, faster than they otherwise would
blissfully unaware that the reason why their housemate draped not one but two blankets over them as they were watching a rerun of project runway season who knows what was not because the weather was sharp and pointy, no, but because their housemate had gotten one nose full of soft, mmm, cosy and decided that blankets would make it better
that their housemate had come home to seven pots on the hob full of soups, stews, curries and a bolognaise, and decided you know what, imma pay back
i'm thinking about nesting omegas that don't know they're nesting
