I just woke up in my own bed, with my bear and my first thought was “how did my bear get to the Scotsman’s house”? So I rolled over to find him and he wasn’t there. That’s when I realized I was in MY bed. I haven’t been here in so long it feels foreign. It freaked me out. I texted him. We said goodnight hours ago. I think he’s still at the hospital with his mom. I’ll explain it all later. I’m too tired and fucked up to go there, but too fucked up to not share what just happened. I miss him. It’s barely been 24 hours since I’ve seen him, but my whole body misses him. When he let me go on the phone tonight, he paused and said “take care of yourself”. I think what he meant to say was, “I love you.” So I said it back, silently. How is this so easy and so hard at the same time? I guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to ask him that. Goodnight, loves. I hope you’re all safe and warm in your beds.