2002-11-30
11:42 p.m.
love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
I've done two kinds of sofa-sleeping in the past week. one was because I knew the aforementioned old friend would be squeamish about sharing a bed, so I curled into a warm loveseat with lovely company in the next room. I had goodnight hugs and goodmorning dance parties, and it was brilliant fun and all worth sleeping on the sofa. the other kind was last night. it's not that I'm desperately lonely or pining; I'm happy these days, and even (a plethora of ridiculous and maddening) uncertainties are making me laugh. my bedroom just seemed cold, big, and empty from where I sat, so I was fighting bedtime. I lost, woke up half-naked and freezing by the window, and moved to even colder sheets. I love living alone, but I wish I could rent someone to keep me company in bed. oh, well, I guess I could - I do live in the north end, that's pretty standard fare around here - but I don't want my sheets torn by stilettos and lee press-on nails. just want some company before sleep. and remember the smell of the fabric of your simple city dress
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