I probably should have clarified something in my last post. I had moved out previously - last November - and then due to a wee bit of pressure from my mate, moved back in during the month of January. I was not ready to move back, in fact, probably never would have been. But some people are super convincing and use Logic like Law. After being back for only 2 months, felt that I needed to leave.
That being said, I realized how much I El Oh Vee my new space when upon climbing into my bed, I felt quite content.
My bed consists of about five blankets folded in half and put down on top of the hardwood floor in the living room. Teen-A-Ling has her own bed, but it is a loft bed with a weight limit.
This bed gave me quite a comforting dream last night. I'm hours removed from it so all I've held on to is this: Alan Rickman embracing me. Yup, Severus Snape without the Cape. I remember saying in the dream, "His body is so warm.....". He was not decked out in Potter gear...he was more as I saw him a few weeks ago in Seminar on Broadway. Something was being said by someone else in the room, or maybe him, with allusion to him wanting me to be his assistant, but that I could not. Or there was a hurdle to get past (which is called Reality). But ahh...the sensations of dreams can be very very real. I felt the warmth and tenderness of that *(imaginary!) hug for hours after being awake.
So Alan Rickman, thank you for being the inspiration for which I pinned my subconscious need to be closely held and protected. Come again, and next time definitely bring the cape!
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