Even though I’ve always been quite the night owl, I despise being the last person to bed. Falling asleep to the sounds of chatter and laughter have always soothed me. It’s funny, sometimes, even if I am feeling a bit anti-social, I still enjoy having company over. Daniel might be playing video games with a friend in the next room…and I feel safe in the background noise.
On this particular night I was mentally drained from work and physically drained from derby. My friends played a card game while I just laid around listening and snapping photos. Their presence brought me comfort…even as I dozed in and out on the floor.
Is it strange that I enjoy "game nights" where I don't actually have to play? haha