All moved into the new apartment with my fiance, who is for some reason tolerant of my snappish behavior and lack of money. What I did to deserve it all I have no idea, nor may I ever really know.

Falling asleep here reminds me of visits to my grandparents' house. The sounds are similar--air conditioning turning on, the occasional car--but the main reminder is the window facing the bed. It sits high up on the wall and only lets in a little blue light at night. I look out of it and see only the tops of trees and the sky, just like in the room I stayed in year after year until my grandparents died and we quit going to that house.

The only difference now is that I'm not afraid of the dark or the lack of traffic noise. The quiet is so soothing...