8:30 on a Monday morning in January. I'm sitting in bed dealing
with the ugly half of the new emotions stirred up in me by love.
Loneliness, jealousy, longing, and suspicion.
An ugly thought pops into my head.
I ignore it.
I try stretching my arms. It's too cold. I snuggle down into my feather
comforter and open my eyes to its pleasant darkness.
mmmmmm... warm...
Another ugly thought pops into my head, a bitter mix of
loneliness and suspicion.
I nurture it.
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