I woke up today on the left side of my much-too-large-for-one-person queen-sized bed clutching a distressed Precious Moments rag doll. I sleepily reached for the right side for my phone which was lost among my many favorite sketches, books and dvds that have become permanent fixtures on my bed. Once I found my phone, I looked at the little digital clock on the upper left side. I do this every morning. And like every morning, regardless of the time, I chucked my phone back to the right side of the bed where I found it and was out faster than an amateur boxer hit by Manny Pacquiao.
This has been my routine for years. So when my Mom came in to wake me up, she wasn’t surprised to find me still in bed with my rag doll, Timmy. It was like any other morning.
I wonder how she would react if one day, when she comes in to wake me up, she finds me already up and dressed.
Would she go back down the stairs, get back under her thick covers and go back to sleep like nothing happened? Would she stand frozen in shock at the suddenness of it all? Would that little change be enough to be considered a crisis moment where the soul is tried?
In the last year I have found a new comfort zone. And for once, it isn’t under the lady-like lace covers of my queen-sized bed. It is in the company of someone who has been my bestfriend, my protector, my enforcer, my confidante… It is a relationship so natural that even my morning routine cannot compare. I have never felt safer or happier and I don’t even have to be under my blanket.
In a few hours, my soul will be tried. My routine will be disturbed. My comfort zone will be pulled from my reach.
The question: will I be strong enough?
This has been my routine for years. So when my Mom came in to wake me up, she wasn’t surprised to find me still in bed with my rag doll, Timmy. It was like any other morning.
I wonder how she would react if one day, when she comes in to wake me up, she finds me already up and dressed.
Would she go back down the stairs, get back under her thick covers and go back to sleep like nothing happened? Would she stand frozen in shock at the suddenness of it all? Would that little change be enough to be considered a crisis moment where the soul is tried?
In the last year I have found a new comfort zone. And for once, it isn’t under the lady-like lace covers of my queen-sized bed. It is in the company of someone who has been my bestfriend, my protector, my enforcer, my confidante… It is a relationship so natural that even my morning routine cannot compare. I have never felt safer or happier and I don’t even have to be under my blanket.
In a few hours, my soul will be tried. My routine will be disturbed. My comfort zone will be pulled from my reach.
The question: will I be strong enough?
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