Laying here in bed, trying to go to sleep, I begin to think.
I wonder about my friends, and what they're doing at the moment. I wonder how they are, and if they might be asleep already. Sometimes, I worry about them, for they do need to be worried over every now and then...
Ha. I really do mother them too much. It's not my job to worry over them. Perhaps they'd resent me for it if they knew... I make a mental note to change this, but I know that tomorrow I'll have forgotten about my promise.
Ah... I mother them. Isn't that funny? How I'd love to be a mother... It's what I want, more than anything. To be a mother. And to be a wife.
To have someone... someone so very precious, that's part of me. Someone who'd depend on me... need me. A reason to be everything that they'd deserve. Yea, a child of my own. A baby... No. My baby.
But in order to have this baby, I'd need a man. Two parts to make a whole... Two parts to complete the picture. Where would that other part come from? Who would I f