There is nothing more comforting than a PB&J, flannel pajamas and a good book.
Silence except for maybe the background noise of easy jazz.
Warmth, softness, intrigue.
Maybe a little romance thrown in for good measure.
Peace of the knowing that for the next couple of hours, no one expects anything of you. That you don’t expect anything of yourself. Except this.
That you don’t have to run out to pick up a carton of milk. That the laundry doesn’t need to be folded away. That your boss isn’t expecting that report first thing Monday morning.
Your loved ones are off, somewhere together, having fun. You aren’t responsible for food. Or runny noses. Or entertainment.
You aren’t even responsible for yourself.
Peace. Just peace. And you.
Disjoint Wisdom 