I live in a house. There are several beds, couches and chairs in this house. But I do most of my reading sitting on our bathroom floor.
I brush my teeth at night and it's cosy and not too bright in here. I just sit down. The floor is warm and it's not too far from the bed room.
But I didn't even realize this is one of the truths of my life. That really, i live like this. Sometimes (often) I sit on a plastic toddler step.
It's not dignified but it's true. What other truths of life do I not yet confess?what are yours?