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 🖤

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WonderGirl · 41-45

I remember the first week I started living alone again. I woke up, looked around the room, and realized everything was in the same place I had left it the night before. No one touched or moved anything. I turned on the TV and realized I could watch whatever I wanted, anytime. I also set my coffee maker up the night before, so when I woke up, I had to turn it on and have fresh coffee all for myself. I was alone and felt so calm and relaxed. For the longest time, I thought I could never be alone. Now, I can't imagine living with anyone ever again.