my hospital bed

i am writing this on wednesday 11 march...after i have returned home to the states:

i loved my hospital bed. seriously. though it was small and uncomfortable and generally made my body hurt when i woke up...it was a sacred little place for me. a place of quiet and still, a place to call my own. i am thankful for it.

i am also incredibly thankful and forever indebted to steph for sharing her room with me. it was a delight. i missed her this morning. i woke up alone and didnt have anyone to attempt to be quiet for, or joke with about my incredibly sexy hair in the morning. i miss steph. i miss our ridiculously and unaccountably messy room. there was no reason it looked the way it did all the time. it literally took 5 minutes to clean...but we only did that once a fortnight. id say we were well-suited roomates. i miss her.

im getting sad.

now i share a room with my dog sammy. i must admit, he was pretty cute last night and snuggled up real close to me.

anyway, this photo is my hospital bed with all my clothes on it as i was packing to go home.