Not once in the last decade have I missed sharing my bed.

Nobody snoring or depositing boogers, ear taters or skin flakes. Arcadian bliss, no one keeping me up, no waking me too early. It's my own quiet energy. Soft black sheets. One perfectly smushed satin pillow. A black cat reading pillow. My bedside trunk topped with candles and books...

Laying here, listening to the rain. Can one be full of tranquil joy? I think that's what I feel. Finally free of the weights and expectations that my life, my bed must be filled, to be full.

Wishing you all simple calm today 🖤