“You sure you’ll be fine sleeping alone?” she looks at me as if she thinks I’d start bawling the moment she closes the door. I like that she mothers me, insisting I eat on time and drink milk, but the question is just ridiculous.
Mind? I love sleeping alone. I’ve always enjoyed solitude. And, ever since work commenced in my room and I’ve had to camp out at another bedroom to escape the noise and the dust, I’ve been left to my own devices. I sleep whenever, and eat at odd hours of day. I nurse my tea or coffee piping hot or ice cold, plunking it by the bedside table where the dogs couldn’t reach it.
I’ve decided I quite like living alone. One day, I’ll have a house all to myself. I’ll stay in all the time, leaving the house only to do the groceries and meet friends and family once in a while. I’ll spend all day reading, cooking, writing, and maybe even haul additional workhorses and a few potted plants here and there using a monitor cart. I might sculpt or sew–I don’t know yet, but I do know I’m good with my hands.
I’ll also get a pet. I had one as a kid–a pig. I named it Snow White, and my siblings and I took turns riding it inside the house. But Snow White eventually fell victim to the local fiesta. I remember reproaching papa, asking how he can sleep at night with Snow White’s blood on his hands. Yes, the penchant for melodrama started very early.
I had another pet after Snow White–Scout. Scout is a stray who followed me home one day. The pup was so thin it looked like a quake was ripping through it every time it shivered. Five baths later, we discovered that Scout isn’t a dirty brown at all but a pristine white. Scout’s so much bigger now, and is very much affectionate. Scout’s also now Alex’s pet, and the child and dog are so similar it’s frightening.
Now, I’ve decided I want a pet. A hedgehog. I’ll name it Durian Gray. I’ll get it lots of worms and dust-free sawdust. I’ll get the pet once work’s done on the room, though. It’ll be stressful to have to worry over cleaning both living space and pet at the same time.
For now, I’ll work on putting up more posts in my travel blog and slogging through my writing load. If you don’t mind seeing a shit ton of food at this hour, go ahead and check out my most recent post.