Welcome to the lesbian romantic podcast.

This is Waking Up is Easy.

Part 17.

Before I share one last memory that I cherish, perhaps the most special one so far,

I'd like to point something out.

Going into that apartment, I was lost.

I did not know who I was anymore or what I wanted from life, or what the future would or could

hold for me.

Usha, too, was lost, although she wouldn't describe it in those words.

I don't even think she felt lost then, but she was looking for something to hold on to, to lean on, or someone to hold

onto as she discovered what was next for her in life as well. Okay, please consider this as the

context for the coming scene. I mean, the memory I want to share with you.

Time to close your eyes again and join me and Usha on the floor in the living room once

more.

Yes, we're sitting on that old fluffy rug again.

No need to get stuck on that detail.

That's just what we did.

We often sat or lay down on the floor, wearing comfy sweats, no socks.

Are you ready for this memory?

Let's go into this bubble one more time.

Thank you. Let's go into this bubble one more time. I feel like you were there, Oshah says.

When I was in a coma, I start to fidget with the seam of my sweats.

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