It’s nice enough here, but I’m bored and a bit lonely.I’ve spent the week being pampered by Mrs. Hanley, and she assures me it’s what she loves to do, but I feel a little guilty. I’m not used to someone taking care of me and waiting on me. I’m grateful to her for everything, but I’m starting to go a little stir crazy. I’ve read four of the seven books on the little shelf in my room and played several hours of Candy Crush on my new phone. The other day, Mrs. H taught me how to do a simple crochet stitch and I managed to make her a couple of dishcloth-type things for the kitchen. They’re lopsided and uneven, but she pretended to love them anyway.My body is feeling really good and I haven’t taken the pain killers since Wednesday at bedtime. I’m not super athletic but I’ve been trying to stretch out and do a little yoga every day. I don’t know much about it, but I remember a few poses from gym class. I figured it couldn’t hurt, and I was surprised to find I actually enjoyed it.I’ve had a little too much time to think this week. I’m starting to stress over what comes next. I can’t stay here forever. I need to get a job and find a place to live. I just try to take deep breaths and remember that I have Carson to help me. I really do trust him. I definitely don’t expect him to keep taking care of me forever, but it’s good to know that I have someone I can count on. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the last night Carson was here. I know he was afraid of hurting me and of pushing me too far, but just being in his arms felt like I’d found my Home. His soft touch lit my entire body on fire, and I wanted to tear the clothes off both of us right then and there. I go back and forth in my head, trying to figure out what to do. I want so badly to be with him, but I’m afraid he won’t feel the same way.
