My iPod got stolen in Taizé.
After a brief panic attack Johan solved my sleep issues nicely by simply grabbing hold of me and hugging me all night. When Hanna joined us a couple of days later, we quickly formed a pile of limbs, dreads, one beard, shared breath and love.
After more than a week of that, how in the name of Cthulu am I supposed to be able to sleep alone? In a bed which could easily hold the three of us? Two thirds of me is missing. Not even Harry Potter read by Stephen Fry can make it better. It's gonna take awhile to stop reaching for hands in the middle of the night.
Iedere nacht verlang ik naar u, o God,
Ik hunker naar u meet heel mijn zeil.