Goodnight Journal, Sweet Dreams and Describe the Experience...

Tonight, I am taking my new journal to bed with me. It's been a cold and lonely end of summer in my double bed, and hopefully tonight I will sleep a bit better knowing I am not alone. 

Although, I am still contemplating whether to interpret "sleep with the journal" as sleeping, or as making love to it; tomorrow, I will report on the experience, as per the instructions in the book. I suppose I'll start off with some pillowtalk and see where it goes from there. Don't know how this will go. I'm a bit rusty, and I've never been with a journal before... 

Goodnight sweet Journal, Sweet Dreams.


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So, I didn't sleep alone last night. Well, sort of. My journal was there with me, I'm not sure if that qualifies as "not alone" though. It's been a while since I hadn't slept alone, and sleeping with the journal was nothing like I remember sleeping next to anyone is like. The journal doesn't say goodnight back, doesn't tell you about it's day before falling asleep, doesn't make any half-assed attempts at seduction despite being too tired because it really wants to squeeze one in. The journal also doesn't attempt to convince you there is time for sex before you have to get up for work, nor does it cuddle you. 

Then again, it also doens't hog the covers, complain that it's too warm for cuddling, get headaches, twist and turn in it's sleep. Actually, the journal doesn't really do much of anything. I slept well and undesturbed.

Maybe I should just try this again when the journal and I know echother a little bit better. Maybe it'll warm up to me. Maybe I'll be able to cop a feel. Maybe it'll be all I've ever wanted... For now, I would prefer a half-sleepless night next to a warm (slightly hairy chested) man. He can even have the covers.