Were good intentions go to rest, but die.

I regularly go through my closets, drawers and everything else that contains what I saved for later use despite knowing that the chance of a further usage is slim. The closets are the worst, thick layers of dust above the horrible reminders of good intentions, never executed.

My bedside drawer is different. It withholds treasures, a selected community of objects with special purpose, carefully chosen with the experience of many nights without sleep. Or so I thought. Honestly, the contents are more surprising than I had imagined.

Drawer 1 is quite regular. Eucalytus extract, mint extract, tea tree extract - those are my go-to for any kind of cold that has the oh-so-creative and totally new idea of creeping up to me in the night. The vaseline is for when the cold has already struck me, and dry lips and nosils are plaguing me - and no, for what you dirty brains are thinking, I have a professional solution, I'm not 15 anymore. It's somewhere in there, too, I think.

The cotton bag contains a pair of really good headphones, for when there's another party in the neighborhood. Or cats battling. Or alarms blaring. Or cars racing.

The super cool thing with the eye is a page separator. A friend had made that for me, and I love it. Below is a little drawing that Lily made for me once. I have no idea what it depicts, and probably never will. I might ask her some day again, to see if she remembers, or what she'll come up with.

Lot's of cables, of course, for all kinds of chargers. Also, my brother's car keys. He bought a car here in Ecuador, though he doesn't live here. Don't ask me why the keys are in that drawer, I have now idea how it came to that, but I'm used to them being exactly there now, and would be extraordinarily confused if they weren't.

There's also a the box for my former in-ear headphones. They broke, I think I kept the box because it contains replacements those little soft things that always get lost on in-ear headphones. Oh, and the control for the projector, of course. I had the dream of finding a way to connect it to my laptop. Never even looked into it.

Second drawer is filled with good intentions. My grandfather's mouth organ, which I really want to learn how to play correctly - one day. I got into Byung Chol Han's "The expulsion of the other" quite nicely, an it's one of his theories that I like to think a lot about, which those who read my posts might have noticed. There's also "A conflict of visions" which contains a highly relative interpretation of why the world is as it is, recommended by a friend of mine - the same that recommended C.S. Lewis "The Abolition of Man", which I'm reading very thoroughly. Time wise, not attention wise. It takes me forever, as I have to re-read most passages several times.

Some books for Lily are there, too. But we mainly read in her bed now, so most of the great literature like "Petterson and Findus", "Little bear & little tiger" and other timeless pieces are there for the moment. I sometimes sneak them back to read for myself, as they contain the same content as Lewis and Sowell, but presented in a much more pragmatic way, plus cute drawings.

Oh, and toilet paper, of course. It's one of humankind's best inventions, serving for much more than cleaning butts. The one in the drawer is mostly for close range combat with mucus.

Time to go to bed now. Safe and sound I'll sleep next to my well equipped drawer. It's a fantastic double drawer, the best there ever was.

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Post written for the #weekend-engagement by @galenkp inviting us to answer selected questions in the

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What's in your bed-side drawer? Explain with photographs

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