She brought me a fever.

Here I am laying in my unmade bed (completely unmade, haven’t put my newly washed sheets back on yet) and it still feels the same. 

I had a long day, but it was for the better. Being around my family ad friends, all I could ask for to get me through this loss.

Having you here helped. A bed with you in it is always better. A bed without you, torn apart, freshly made, or even a plain mattress, always different. Always has too much space.

Thank you for helping me get through my very personable fear of sleeping alone.

I am a lucky girl.

Night Tumblr.