I want my bed and I want my towels.
I want my mug and I want to drink my tea and stare out the windows and hate my garden.
I want to wake up with the sunshine on my face and bury myself back beneath the sheets.
I want my things to envelop me. I want my smell and the intimacy of self isolation. I want to listen to Heart while I cook my dinner. I want a drink at 3 in the afternoon and an early night. I want my dressing gown and fluffy slippers. I want to nap midday and wake in my clothes. I want to strip in my room with the curtains open because I know nobody's watching. I want to cook meals I find on the internet and eat more than the recommended portion. I want to exercise behind closed doors and sleep with the light on. I want to clean and organise the kitchen. I just want to be me.
