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