though i've never lived alone (always with girlfriends or this or that boyfriend) sometimes when husband is working for much of the day and into the evening, it feels quiet and i might pretend what it's like to.
i work out at the gym and might not shower right when i get home because who cares that i smell like sweat?
finally after a bubble bath, i'll put on a face mask + pore strip and attempt to pluck my eyebrows with music blaring from the other room. i might take a break from the tweezers (my eyebrows are in such a sad state) and dance around to elton john's "crocodile rock."
i'll put on sweats and have a date with my netflix queue (a greek foreign film + documentary tonight) while eating peanut butter straight from the jar.
i'll sit outside and let the dogs run around our backyard while i sip on some wine...
and enjoy the quiet.
enjoy "me" time.
i imagine living alone would be like the above photograph or this one i really love.
harmless, because i'm the happiest girl when he kisses me hello again.
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