Privatesociety Freya Rearranging Her Little -

That week she’d decided to rearrange “her little.” Not a person, and not precisely a thing—rather, an intimate constellation: the drawer where she kept letters and photographs; the small shelf of objects she touched before sleep; the cadence of her mornings. She called it her little because the phrase suggested both endearment and a bounded project. It was manageable. It would not alarm anyone. It would be hers.