I am sitting here in bed and the house is silent.
It is raining and dark and quiet.
The white noise that is usually turned up to eleven two rooms down is silent, because the boy that needs it is not here.
Boo is at camp.
For 4 days.
The longest time away from home ever.
My heart has taken permanent residence in my mouth.
(Hell, the fucker has been bouncing around the room for the last month while I have been freaking out about my dad so at least I know where it is now)
MPS tells me I can go back to sleep because I have nowhere to be – little sleep last night worrying about Boo being able to sleep, and text messages from an excited Maddie holidaying in the US.
Nowhere to be…
For the first time I can ever think of.
No one to pick up.
No one to care for.
No one but me.
I can do what ever the fuck I like and not have to worry about having to be there for someone else.
I dunno if I like that.