There was and is so much that's going amazingly well in my life: I own a house, I have a set of close friends, my job not only pays the bills, it's giving me opportunities for advancement.
I had a niggling thought, that if my life was really perfect, I'd have a boyfriend, as well. But as soon as I thought about that, I dismissed it. I could have a boyfriend, but most of the time, boyfriends seem to cause you more stress than happiness -- how often do we not understand those we date? I don't have to deal with the drifting apart that seems inevitable 90% of the time; I merely have to deal with my cats loving me too much.
I was also very certain right then, that there was a Darren to my jezurelle; a Scott to my zarobi. My Darren and Scott are out there, and when we meet up, it will be worth the wait.
At that moment, tucked under cool sheets and a warm comforter, I was, for that stretch of time, absolutely happy. I loved who I was, strengths and faults combined.
I'm still basking in the afterglow.