July 25, 2010

I loved waking up to this view. Like sleeping under a spider web, protecting me from the falling needles of those trees peeking through our vents. I kept expecting some sort of a creature to suddenly peek through those vents, much like I accidentally am peeking into the picture. Sleeping in a tent, on an insidiously deflating air mattress was actually somewhat peaceful, not to mention the warm arms that held me after two weeks of sleeping alone. I type these words as I am at the beginning of a six-week separation. Sleeping alone in that big bed…it just isn’t as warm.