dear diary

"I love Paris" ~ live-blogging a week in my life

Monday

4:07 am

Wake up from a dream where I am running, running, running. Hot, damp skin. Throw back the covers to let the cool December air in for a moment. Can’t remember what I was running from. Sit up to blow my nose that has been liquifying for four days now, since Thursday, when I woke up with a sore throat and cold. Turn to my side. Place a pillow …