I can't really explain it. It's one of those waves of feeling that just rush over you and make you feel wonderful. I'm in my tiny little room, leaning against a mound of pillows, under my bright covers. The room is softly lit by a combination of my lamp, a string of multicolored Christmas lights, and a honeydew candle. It's incredibly pleasant.
I'm listening to the only female singer I really love- Regina Spektor. Something about her voice makes me a beautiful combination of sweet happiness and a very slight sadness. I have such good memories of her music. I remember the first time one of my exes and I ever made love, he had the first CD on repeat, and we listened to it as we laid against each other in the dim candlelit room, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. I also remember my first apartment, sitting in my room at night with my best friend, each of us doing something with our hands, listening to it in the background. A very pleasant and sweet sort of moment, I remember.
Life is very good right now. My father is back in the state, and I get to have actual Christmas again. I have people who love me. I feel great about who I am as a person, and where I'm headed in life. I have things I'm worried about, sure. But dear creators, I feel so amazingly perfect right now. Thank whomever for the fact that human emotions allow this sort of sweet perfection to happen to us.
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