sometimes, for a delicious change of pace i’ll sleep on the right side of the bed. that’s the wrong side to me, because usually i sleep on the left side of the bed.

so when i sleep on the right side of the bed it’s like a whole new bed.

and sometimes, when i am sleeping on the right side of the bed, and every inch of my skin is encased in warm fuzzy flannel, sometimes i imagine that there is someone who is laughing in bed with me. he’s laughing because i want to sleep on the right side of the bed for a delicious change of pace. he thinks my delicious change of pace is funny, but he doesn’t mind because it’s all part of my charm.

and sometimes, like tonight, when i am a little bit sad and totally all alone, and sleeping on the right side of the bed, i could weep for the longing that fills me up and hollows me out. i could weep for the sad, lonely little girl that no matter how tall i’ve grown hasn’t seemed to disappear.

sometimes, like tonight, i could weep for her. but i won’t. i haven’t the time or the energy to weep for a sad, scared, lonely little girl who believes in fairy tales and sleeps on the right side of the bed.

and sometimes, like tonight, i am not so sure it’s a good thing that i won’t cry, coddle and baby that little girl.