Not leaving you, but leaving it up to you.

I spent the weekend down in London with my dad. He's here for a week, on a business trip and he'll be spending a week with me in Manchester after he finishes. We stayed at this place.

We got put up in a twin room so I had to sleep in a single bed. It was weird. It felt small, awkward and my feet kept sticking out over the end of it. I've been so used to sleeping in a double bed ever since I left University Halls that this single bed felt - limiting. This single felt, vulnerable. I was always in fear that I would roll over the sides. And to imagine that mini heart attack I would get just before hitting the floor. You know what I'm talking about, that feeling of falling in your dreams... that jolts your whole body awake. It isnt pleasant is it?

So I couldnt sleep.

I tossed and turned (carefully) in this little single bed, making sure I was comfortably in the middle. Making sure, I had the least chance of falling. But when you are asleep, you have no control over what happens. Thats when you're most vulnerable. I didnt like that single bed. 

So I wished I was in my double bed, in Manchester. 

P xx