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I did this to myself.
Quite deliberately, Mom would have let me have the other bed.
But the idea of waking up in the middle of the night in my own bedroom surrounded by my mother's bedroom furniture from my adolescence seems like 'I woke up in the wrong fucking reality' nightmare fuel.
So I'm sleeping in what used to be Veggie's room in the house in Bellingham, and gaaaaaaah.
But the idea of waking up in the middle of the night in my own bedroom surrounded by my mother's bedroom furniture from my adolescence seems like 'I woke up in the wrong fucking reality' nightmare fuel.
So I'm sleeping in what used to be Veggie's room in the house in Bellingham, and gaaaaaaah.