But, you know, alone, this bed sometimes turns into a desert. Too much air, too much silence.

They say a big bed is freedom. But it seems to me that it was created for chaos: for intertwined legs, for stealing someone's blanket, for laughter, for kisses that begin with a whisper and end in morning laziness ☁️. And when I lie alone, I hear the silence crunching in my ears.

I often catch myself thinking strangely: maybe we buy huge beds not because we love comfort, but because we hope that one day there will be room for someone else? 💭 And then the emptiness will cease to be emptiness.

Of course, I can say that I am fine alone. That I like to read, spread out on all the pillows, that no one bothers me. But deep down I know - a big bed is not for singles. It reminds me of what is not there yet.

And every time I fall asleep, I think: "What if tomorrow this bed stops being just mine?" ✨

Valeniya