Neck stiff and crackly. Feeling generally disheveled and grungy, and yet the thought of coming out of the shower - wet and clammy - into the cold of winter does not appeal to me. Maybe if the shower is hot enough, the water will spontaneously disappear into a puff of steam.
I hate the cold. I hate the sun, too. I could, however, deal with swimming on a warm summer day right now. Thinking of the taste of skin. slightly salty, with a hint of chlorine.
"I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years..
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears.
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart!"