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Comforts of Home

For the first time in far too long, I have a proper bedside table. My alarm clock is within easy reach. I have somewhere to set my water so I can snag it when I need it in the middle of my sleep cycle without really having to sit very far up. I have somewhere to park my glasses properly. There's even a place to set my huggy rocks.

trystan_laryssa commented on my huggy rocks: namely, I'm one of the few people she knows who can get away with a concept so incredibly contradictory so very well. She's held them, and they're very huggy indeed. She feels like just curling up and going to sleep; they're warm and comforting.

What they are is just rocks, either plain rocks or semi-precious stones, just the right shape and size to be held in the hand easily. Instead of holding a teddy bear or a favorite pillow, one holds a huggy rock. The current set are rainbow fluorite, about the size of an egg. Most of the past ones have been rose quartz. Now Naomi wants a blue one, preferably pale blue. We'll see...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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