Welcome To My Bed

Packing up.

I leave for home tomorrow, stopping off in Redding on the way. Maggie and I are inking our skin once again, courtesy of her boyfriend, and since my last tattoo forgot altogether to itch, I'm hoping this one will be the same way.

Sushi last night, and lots of driving in the rain. This whole stay has been a countdown to when I can leave again. I miss feeling safe. I don't feel safe in this house. I have intense and bizarre nightmares and the air dries out my throat. I changed my sheets last night and the cold fabric on my shins felt like something familiar and beautiful, but I could have easily slept on the floor if I wanted cold.

I always manage to leave with more than I started with.