I hide it; in my pocket, a coffee can, under my mattress, in the toilet bowl tank. I hide it because I want it to be mine, all mine.
I relish in the stillness of it.
I think, breathe, relax and if I am being perfectly honest, most times I fall asleep.
It's almost better than - dare I say - coffee? (A close second nonetheless)
What could be possibly be so fantastic you ask?
(Those of you with young children are vigorously nodding your heads in agreement.)
Quiet times, when all I hear are my own thoughts, the gentle humming of the air conditioner, the clock ticking and the occasional creaking of an aging house.
Often times, I feel called to sit in this quietness. Maybe it's after a long day, or sometimes just because there doesn't seem to be much "me" time anymore.
I am drawn to this quiet time. So much so that as I immersed myself in it tonight, the words for this post poured into my head and I had to pry myself off of the couch to get my thoughts down before I
It doesn't always last long, but I will take what I can get!