Dear Retreat Room,
I have missed you so much! I am very happy to be back inside of you. (except for the fly that's buzzing my head! Where did he come from? We're on the 3rd floor with no open windows. He will have to die.) Your bed is comfy, your blankets warm and I have all of the pillows to myself.
I love that as I sit at my nifty table and rest my feet on the bed that I can lean my head over and see Simon, and that all I have to do is holler and she'll look up - like when I find a great song on the 'pod that I think she needs to listen. I love that Natalie is the next room up from Simon and even though I can't see her, all I have to do is walk a few feet and I'm bothering her. I love being surrounded by so many people who don't think I'm all that weird.
I love the bathroom that is all mine and not shared by anyone else. I love the fluffy towels waiting in there for me and even the "sanitized for your protection" thingy that covered the toilet when I first arrived. I love being able to set the room temperature any degree I want (right now, it's super hot because I'm freezing.) and there's no one to complain about it. I love not having to think about what to make for dinner and not having to cook - that I can stay at my nifty table until it's time to eat.
Also, I love my new story - though I'm very early into it. I do have character names now thanks to K2, but no title for this one yet either.
So thank you, retreat room, for being here for me yet again, for helping to inspire me, for giving a place to call just mine even if it's only for a little while. I appreciate you more than I can say.
(The only thing that would make things better is if this stupid cold would lighten up already. I did take half a dose of Nyquil and it helped, so I'm hopeful.)