I find it hard to think to myself without using your native tounge and pattern of speech. I come home and expect you to be here, so that I can tell you about how much work sucked, and I end up telling my cats if you happen to have gone home that day. At night, I sleep in the middle of the bed if you're not in it, so that I can have taken full, glutonous advantage of my mattress, preparing for when you come back to sleep with me again. I can feel you in my brain, like a comfortable brain washing.

Yeah, washed brains.

And the funny thing is, I dont feel strange at all. I'm not anxious, or threatened, or ill at ease in any way. I feel great about it all. It's the most fun I've had in a long time.