On the edge of the decision between comfort and freedom

Today I woke up at 1 pm. I missed phone calls, texts, alarm clocks and knocks at my door. But nothing could coax me out of bed when there were dreams to be had, and hours to waste alone.

And nothing seemed more right than to travel to Central Market with Marissa to steal free samples and buy holiday goodies to make in her warm apartment.

After the joy began, we wandered to Waterloo Records to bother Cynthia, and give her fresh baked cookies.

Dessert of the evening was coffee and cupcakes with Michael, and Christmas lights off 37th street.

Austin can be oddly wild, and still beautiful at times.