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Oct 15, 2005 23:29

It's so odd coming home.

At school, I have a room about the size of a walk-in closet. True story. And in that teeny tiny little room, I have tons of stuff just piled everywhere. My bed is a single. Even when it's clean adn there are no clothes on the floor (maybe one or two days out of the month), I have ooh about one square foot of clear space in the middle. It's quite crowded.

Then I come home and stay in a huge room with nothing in it and a queen sized bed.

I don't like it. It feels like I'm in a cave. Especially the bed... I hate sleeping in big beds any time, but especially when I'm alone. I want to have a twin bed forever. There's just so much unecessary space. It makes me feel really small and... solitary.

Last night I stole all the pillows from the other bedrooms that aren't being used and piled them all around me, and then listened to my ipod until I didn't feel lonely anymore. Tonight I'm recruiting my dogs to snuggle with me. I really wish I was just back in my little room in Fredericksburg, cuddling in my twin bed with a certain someone.

All in all, what I'm trying to say it, beds are just better when they're shared.
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