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cosmolinguistI've always liked going to sleep while the lights are still on, while music plays or conversation murmurs away, not needing my attention but as soothing as the sounds of waves breaking or wind howling through trees when I know my loved ones are safe and warm.
I remember taking reluctant naps, ignoring the TV blaring, or falling asleep late Christmas Eve while my parents and grandparents played cards, comforted somehow in the knowledge that the world was going on without me.
Now I'm used to Andrew's keyboard clattering as he finally gets around to the blog post he's been not-writing all day, Beach Boys or Monkees or Big Finish audios playing, lights on everywhere on the nights he doesn't notice any of them and doesn't think to turn them off. The microwave dings as he makes cocoa, the house fills with the stink of vinegar if he has fish or chips.
Life goes on, and it's very cozy, and I'm a little sad that the house now depends on me to fill it, and will be cold and dark until I jolly it along again tomorrow morning.
I remember taking reluctant naps, ignoring the TV blaring, or falling asleep late Christmas Eve while my parents and grandparents played cards, comforted somehow in the knowledge that the world was going on without me.
Now I'm used to Andrew's keyboard clattering as he finally gets around to the blog post he's been not-writing all day, Beach Boys or Monkees or Big Finish audios playing, lights on everywhere on the nights he doesn't notice any of them and doesn't think to turn them off. The microwave dings as he makes cocoa, the house fills with the stink of vinegar if he has fish or chips.
Life goes on, and it's very cozy, and I'm a little sad that the house now depends on me to fill it, and will be cold and dark until I jolly it along again tomorrow morning.