among all of them, being in my room is the one I love most.

I love being in bed, being under my sheets, hearing nothing but the sound of the fan
-- a repetition of clicks, which, to my surprise and my glee,
completely relaxes my mind.

I love having the blinds closed, allowing the penetration of just little light; just enough illumination to keep things visible; just enough of a reminder from the sun that, if I ever needed to go outside, he would be right there, drying the leftover rain.