Destressing

Sometimes I forget how much I enjoyed living alone. No TV on all the time, music playing in the background, curling up with a book wherever and whenever I like. Napping when I choose. Cleaning in the middle of the night.

It's peaceful and liberating.

Not that I don't love having Ian with me. I also can't imagine life any way other than it has been the past five years. Well, okay, I can, but I can't picture going back and changing anything. It's just nice to have one of these nights/weekends once in awhile to unwind and pick everything up.

Or is this a nightmare?

I need to stop letting my daydreaming get the best of me.