Tonight is the second night I’m sleeping in the other room.
No, we didn’t fight or anything. Sarah is ill with a nasty bug so I’m the one quarantined in the guest room for another night.
Being alone here in the dark reminds me of the nights back in my mum’s place when I was growing up. My own space, my private sanctuary. I always enjoyed solitude and since young, I’ve learnt to appreciate the quietness of being by myself.
Every night, I would turn off the lights, put some music on and sit by the window with a cigarette in hand. I would think about everything – how life would be when I grew up, how much I would miss being alone when I’m with someone else.
Tonight those memories are coming back. But things are so different now. Life was so much simpler back then. The only worries I really had was whether I could save enough from my pocket money so I could buy the next game, and how I would be so screwed the next day because my homework was still unfinished.
Tonight I’m sitting in the dark, banging away on my laptop while iTunes is playing Alison Krauss and Robert Plant’s Raising Sand (brilliant album, by the way) and feeling an overwhelming torrent of melancholy embracing me.
Maybe it’s a combination of prolonged lethargy from work or maybe I just needed the silence to be able to hear my own thoughts. Whatever it is, I do treasure this private moment I have to myself because when I wake tomorrow, this night will be over and I return to my usual life, back to the grind.
How beautiful this fleeting moment is.
Carpe Diem.
sounds awfully familiar. i wonder if people who can’t seem to get enough of solitude should even get attached in the first place. we feel robbed, so we tune others out on purpose. i’m being bad. pls don’t do that to sarah.