My name is Lilou Sticks and for the moment, I have nowhere to call home.

So everyday, I read, take pictures, watch films, eat cinnamon buns and cookies, go to museums, drink blue water, walk, I walk a lot, a whole lot, look at mirrors, listen to music, touch fabrics, taste and smell everything around me.

This is how I am trying to remember where I come from.

If you feel the same way I do, let’s try to find our homes together.

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Don't worry...

Did I ever tell you about my eyes in the morning?

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and my eyes are so puffy that it hurts too much to open them and it hurts too much to keep them closed. So I have to keep them open-closed just the right amount. I can’t see much but I can see a bit. Blurry.

It’s ok though because they start to open right before lunchtime and then things start to clear up just fine.

It’s because I sleep with my eyes open.  Did I ever tell you that?
They don’t start out that way, I close them to sleep, but soon enough they open on their own. It’s because my eyeballs are too big for my eyes lids to stay shut when I am not telling them to, and that is a fact.

Well this morning I woke up and the same thing happened but by lunchtime only one eye opened. The other one was still not feeling ready.
I went to the doctor and it turns out I have an eye infection.

It’s ok though because I have to wear an eye patch for three days and I look like a pirate and that is making me feel silly in a good way.
Quentin did not find it so funny. 

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