I've always been good at loving the small things in life; the first sunny day in spring, dewdrops on grass, the sound of rain pattering on the ground. Yet sometimes I surprise myself with the little things i do.
For example, I usually sleep to the left hand side of my double bed, not sure why, it's just where i sleep. Now last night, after watching Hot Fuzz (well me sleeping, the DVD skipping around making me think i'd somehow gone back in time and the bf just laying there) i decided it was sleeping time for definite, and as always the bf then returns to his room (complicated story there, don't ask).
Now i found myself do something strange. Though i was quite comfy where i was, on my side of the bed, as soon as he'd left, I rolled over, gathering my pillows and cuddled down exactly where he'd been laying. No reason for it other than... that's what i did. I slept easier and better than a normally do. And when i thought about it, it actually do it quite often. No one's ever noticed it and neither have I.
Just got me wondering how many things we do each day, that could actually make someone else's day, without even meaning too. Weird huh?
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