Open Letter to the Feeling of Happiness.
I sit here in this quiet house, nothing but the sound of the chain from the ceiling fan clinking, contemplating what life has in store for me going forward.
When I’m not by my lonesome I feel welcome, warm and I feel right. Of course at any moment I could feel wrong but that’s a different conversation.
It’s warming to look to my right and see him laying there, completely under the covers with nothing but his head sticking out. I don’t run the heat.