Thursday, September 8, 2011

Paired sleeping

People are usually very good in hiding things from themselves. That is not really surprising since those kind of deceptions are self-preservation in action in its most beautiful and convenient form. So it is far from unexpected for one to only realize one misses something after being confronted with it. And then it feels a lot like incessant flood of pokes into fresh laceration.

Until this weekend - one spent watching True Blood - I never realized how much I miss having good sleeping partner.

It has been so long since I had one.

Third of my life has flown by me since I had a good night sleep while being held or held anyone while sleeping. And I remember I used to be very good paired-sleeper.

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