This bedside held me for one day shy of half the month. Sixteen days. And my suitcase lay real close nearby for them all.
This bedside held my favorite writing notebook with a Sakura Pigma Micron, extra fine, .25mm, the only pen that satisfies my craving for fine and soothing lines. I am writing, for life.
This bedside held a perpetually-charged phone with sounds of tweets - like a mama bird - to let me know when it would be time to take flight. She's dedicated like a mother. Like this mother, for the mothers.