You know that lovely feeling you get when you’ve just changed the sheets; that wonderful “clean sheets” feeling when you first climb into bed and feel the crisp, cool sheets against your skin?

That feeling isn’t as fun when there’s no one to share it with.

At the moment, my life is full of those clean sheet moments. I go about my daily business: work, eat, sleep. I encounter the daily joys, the sort that normally tickle the soul, but they seem to have had all the magic sucked out of them. All the added life and energy that new lovers suddely discover in their world has been removed from mine, and I find that the world isn’t so exciting and vibrant as it once was.

Even so, clean sheets are still nice.