I love going to bed

Snuggling in bed with one of my imaginaries is something I do every night and every morning... sometimes it's hard to get out of bed when he's all tangled up in my arms saying to me... "just five more minutes Cat"... sigh. I can't remember ever feeling "alone". Between my imaginaries and God there's always a sense of "other" presence in my consciousness. I've felt lonely at times... but NEVER alone. Blessings Cat.