In my own bed at home. Since July 7, 2013 I’ve spent all but 4 nights in hospitals, hotels and airports (mostly hospitals). Now I’m in the hospital and can only dream of going home some day.
In a pasha’s tent replete with big pillows, exotic music, Persian rugs, waiters bring exotic food, and a special man who enjoyed touching as much as I do.
A posh, beachfront, open cottage, surrounded by squishy pillows, where my every comfort was seen to by an exotic-looking gentleman and his wife, and kept company by Johnny Depp, where we could spend the whole night just talking, drinking, laughing, and smoking.