I couldn’t get out of bed. I was laying there, and I thought to myself how comfortable it was. It was silent, no one was around and it felt so good laying under the blankets that were wrapped around me. At that moment, I realized I could lay in bed for all hours of the day, not talking to one person, living in my thoughts, and not doing anything and it wouldn’t bother me. All I would need is a paper and a pen. I wouldn’t go insane like most people would. I wouldn’t feel content but I wouldn’t feel sad either. More of a comfort and calm feeling. Maybe I should spend a day like this and see where it takes me.