A night alone has its positives:  undistracted catch-up on neglected music blogs, for one.  Being forced to clean due to insomnia is another.  Enjoying *cough* new movies.

But then, inevitably, I turn down the blankets and crawl into bed, and become acutely aware of why the distractions are not truly distraction at all – not in the negative sense.  Disconnecting is healthy, sometimes – both from life outside of a happy bubble and from the bubble itself.  Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but it doesn’t mean I have to deny the longing for the arms around my frame and the warmth of breath upon my ear.

Day Seventy-Eight:  I Go To Sleep (Peggy Lee) – Sia