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Apr. 19th, 2011 01:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heterochromiairidisAden ventured across the house quietly, like he had done hundreds of times before. Settling down on the couch he reached up under the legs of it and pulled out his soft leather diary. Settling into the couch cross legged he removed the pen he had taped to the back of it. Flipping past the pages that already had his writing scrawled along it, pages and pages of his thoughts and ideas. Finding a blank page he uncapped the pen and jotted the date in the upper right hand corner. Smiling to himself a little he jotted a little heart next to it and then slid his hand down the paper to begin writing once more,
Satisfied with the short entry he glanced over his shoulder toward the bedroom and the man in the bed he had left in the middle of the night, debating going into more detail and then deciding against it. Putting the pen back into the tape and closing the journal once more, he leaned forward and tucked it away under the couch. Light footsteps tapping against the wood floor as he made his way back past the front door and into the spacious bedroom. Shimmying down into the covers and scooting closer to the body warmth he ducked his head down and under his husbands arm. Smiling and content with where he was at the time he found it surprisingly easy to drift into a quiet slumber.
Life has gotten... better. I don't know if it's just being somewhere else, the sun, the weather or us... whatever it is, it's better, I like it. Sure, there's still a bump or two (on either end) but it's nothing traumatic, terrible. Actually life has gotten quite... comfortable. We eat, we run, sometimes I can even drag him out into the water when it isn't 'too cold'. He has a thing about the cold, but it's fine, I just get him all sandy and we take a shower.
I haven't really written in here because I'd been pretty content, as weird as that is to me. It's scary being happy for once because I always worry I'll ruin it or something else will happen. I always have that fear I'm going to end up dying or replaced now that I'm actually happy. I'm probably just loosing my mind, but all the same it's weird to me.
I like it though.
No nightmares.
Being happy.
Satisfied with the short entry he glanced over his shoulder toward the bedroom and the man in the bed he had left in the middle of the night, debating going into more detail and then deciding against it. Putting the pen back into the tape and closing the journal once more, he leaned forward and tucked it away under the couch. Light footsteps tapping against the wood floor as he made his way back past the front door and into the spacious bedroom. Shimmying down into the covers and scooting closer to the body warmth he ducked his head down and under his husbands arm. Smiling and content with where he was at the time he found it surprisingly easy to drift into a quiet slumber.
