For the past couple days, I have been sleeping in a tent. Yes, a tent. My boyfriend, being the oh-so sexy mountain man that he is, pitched a tent in our living room and accordingly, set up our bed inside of it. He is so adorable like that. Truth be told, I'm in love with it. I want to make a home in it...a cocoon, maybe. I could use a little hibernation...a little time away. I think that is why I am so drawn to this sleeping arrangement; you can zip yourself up in your own warm little world and just be. It's nice and kind of womb-like. And in the morning, you reemerge into the daylight, literally zipping yourself out and up into the morning. A rebirth of sorts. It brings whole new meaning to the metaphorical rise and shine. Now, if only we had enough room to pitch it in our backyard...
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