I hated sleep overs when I was a little girl. After dark, right before we would get ready to put on our pajamas and crawl into bed, I would start to miss home. "If only I had my own bed here, then I would sleep fine," I would think to myself. My own bed was like a powershield. I just felt safer there.
Right now someone else is getting ready to put on their pajamas and go to sleep on my bed. My apartment is now someone else's home. I am a couture bag lady, gypsying around from place to place. Which I find ironic... how right now in my life I feel safer than ever, even without my powershield.
Right now someone else is getting ready to put on their pajamas and go to sleep on my bed. My apartment is now someone else's home. I am a couture bag lady, gypsying around from place to place. Which I find ironic... how right now in my life I feel safer than ever, even without my powershield.
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