Sloth-like sleepy moves followed by caffeine jitters on mellow mornings. Someone else's fragrant musk my eyeliner-stained pillow exhales. Nights worth the hangover. Lethargy after peaks of energy. Some time alone. Bacon and black coffee with tons of brown sugar inviting me to leave the most comfortable bed in the world. We have to enjoy the simple, little pleasures of life because those are the ones people always take for granted, always tend to neglect. Solitude, silence, friendship, passion, wine, tea, coffee, dry socks, cheese, books, comfort, warmth, Nature, music, imagination. We isolate our conscience from an offputting reality by relying on these simple, little yet meaningful things. Because that's all we'll have left when everything else is gone.