Summer Housemate

Thumbnail: Sleepy Bronwen

This is what I wake up to every day.

What I enclose in arm and leg at night, or press my back against when I roll over.

They say it takes weeks to get used to sleeping with someone (or without someone, when the relationship is over), but for me, the transition is seamless. All it took was an extra pillow, and some space accommodation for two stuffed animals, and a braided shred of old blankie.

Every day, I wake up between two and five in the morning. It’s an affliction I’ve had for years, something that wouldn’t be so bad if I could fall asleep again, but my mind always races, keeping me up for another hour or two. When she’s next to me though, my thoughts remains calm.

This body keeps me warm, rested, and pacified.

So what will I do when she’s gone?


  1. I don’t want to think about it.

  2. You are a lucky man, Jeff. And she a lucky woman. What will you do when she’s gone? You seem to know yourself. You know the answer to that without knowing.

  3. Too late, paul b, if you read entries like this, this, and this in my archives for the last two years, you’d know that I’m already trying to quit.

    By the way, your band sucks.

  4. Thanks, Winston. I enjoy the equivocality of your comment, heh.

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