‘That night I felt so lonely that I couldn’t sleep.
I soothed myself by imagining I was a child again,
at a time in one’s life when sleeping alone is not yet lonely.’
by Danielle Dutton
(in the Paris Review, #224)
Only a short comment here: unlike the narrator in the quote above, Mr Field, I cannot think of a more luxurious habit than sleeping alone. No matter whether you’re in a committed relationship or not, I can’t recommend it highly enough.
There is nothing — nothing — like a good night’s sleep!
(Oh, and gorgeous quilt covers, like the ones pictured, also never go astray … )