It's as if I'm wrapped up in cotton - the sounds are muffled, my senses dulled. But there's no bubble around me, no cotton. I'm just damn tired. Falling asleep on your own is awfully hard when you're used to someone holding around you at night, when the silent breathing on the pillow next to you is absent. It's strange how easy you get used to things, how easy they become a part of you. Ah, I'm going to make some tea now. And listen to Opeth. Opeth is always good.
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