I just got a new lamp for my nightstand

I was at a friend’s house last weekend and I was walking in with my roommate and his wife.

We had just finished watching a movie, and as I came into the living room, I noticed the lamp on the wall that I used to hang my bookshelves.

It was bright and it was white, but there was something about it that made me feel like I had walked into a strange world, and it felt like it was in my blood.

I didn’t know why, but it felt very much like home.

It felt like I was back home, and that I was going to be the only one in the world that had a place to sleep, a place for a warm bed and a place where I could relax.

When I saw the lamp, I immediately knew what it meant.

I had spent the night before at home with my mom, and she had a brand-new lamp.

So I asked my roommate, “Did she buy this for you?”

He answered, “Yeah, I got it for her.”

The whole time, I was thinking, “This is what I feel like every night.”

And it’s not just the lamps, either.

I’ve seen friends and neighbors say they got lamps for their rooms that they loved, that they’d never buy because they’d just always feel so home.

There’s a common misconception that it’s a luxury.

It’s not.

It just feels like home to people who love their homes, and we all need to be a little more conscious of it.

And I’m just one of them.

You know, in my life, I’ve had nights when I’ve felt like this for weeks at a time.

For a while, I thought I’d never get tired of it, but I’m starting to realize it’s an addiction, and the more I know about it, the more it makes me feel the way it does.

And the more my life is like that, the easier it becomes to break free.