I love my bedroom! The room I love is painted an antique rose with fake flowers hanging on the wall and a huge king size bed smack dab in the middle..AND a very sturdy lock on the door. I'm going to miss this room the most.. sigh. This is the room that my wildest dreams came true..(in my sleep) and my worst nightmares came to life.. I have laughed, cried, dreamed and given up a relationship in this room. I have planned and replanned my life in this room...mauling over and over my life.. trying to figure out how I could totally fuck things up...and where to go from here. While I lay in bed ..I stare out my window and watch the couple across the street. Bastards apparently love each other..and have wonderful heart felt sex..( I know this because they do leave thier blinds open on occassion..and I watch..HEY!! wouldn't you?)...I hate them...lol..nah not really..Just envy anyone who has felt and lived thru a true love. I'm not talking about a "I Love to Fuck you love" ..I have had plenty of that shit..and certainly does not sustain me for very long...(am I right Lurch?)...But the love that makes you whole...So I quess I do a lot of soul searching in my bedroom...Its my last retreat..My great escape...and the couple across the street keep my entertained on so many levels.. I hope they never close those blinds..*wink
