hantsbear | A Matter of Time...

Time goes too damn fast. Utah seems like an eternity ago, and yet it was only a week ago that I was at the Harvest War in Mantua. The whole two weeks away was an eye-blink. And yet I treasured, nay, savoured every second as being precious. The bed is too empty; there is no large hairy presence kvetching "Make me breakfast!" at me. There's no big furry hot water bottle. There's no hairy lips to "accidentally" kiss during the night. There's no mop of fuzzy hair to stroke.

But then, it's only a matter of time until the next time...