Morning of the 26th I wake up from two cats jumping on my bed, and a phone conversation of the only roomie left behind in my friend’s appartment who came home from night shift at a hotel. I get up and stumble down the stairs to fumble for the cat food with half open eyes and two eager creatures dancing around my feet. My man leaves to go get food for later at another friend’s house, I make coffee and heat up chicken tikka from yesterday. Its the most quiet it has been the whole year, I’ve spent 48 hours in Pjs and cuddles. We could have rushed to be with my family, I know my man would have gone to his people if they hadn’t been so far, but I’ve gravitated towards peace again this year, acknowledging how precious it is to have 48 pristine and stressless hours, just this once a year. 


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