What's on your mind, Facebook asks.
Wonderin' where my fieldstone fireplace is, the one containing a stack of well-placed logs. The flames are cracklin' just so, and the fire roars but gently in a contained manner.
Wonderin' where the fellow I'm supposed to have is, why he isn't curled up beside me right now, why my head isn't on his strong chest, why his clean masculine scent isn't filling my nostrils, why his gentle hand isn't stroking my hair, why his resonant voice isn't telling me a story or a joke.
Um, well, you asked, Facebook.~~GHC
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