sustenance

Climax never fully materializing, headache blooming at the back of my skull, and the distinct feeling that I was unwell without any idea as to why. Unsettled and in pain. He was initially apologetic but also soon asleep. Left once again, alone with my thoughts – all the things that sneak up at 3 a.m. when there is nothing else to drown them out.

Today is a new day, so far much better than that rough pre-dawn stretch, and I’ve retreated to my space. Surrounded by all the things that make me happy. He gifted me a childhood favorite in hardback, which warrants a re-read. It’s now been added to the growing stack on my side table.

It will never be all bad, not when I have the creativity of others to help sustain me.