i have this specific feeling or sense of safety where for a spilt second i retreat into my head to a place or situation that comforts me the most. the place that is home. and its only for a split second for comfort or gets triggered by a specific word or smell or picture.
and for me its a space, not a room per say, just a space. where its not too big to make me feel unsafe or paranoid to be ambushed. but at the same time its not too small or cramped to make me feel claustrophobic. its just the right size of spacious but small. and im always cuddled up in the corner all cozy and comfy in a blanket or something.
and that for me is safety. its comfort. its reassurance. its happiness. its home.
-A
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Life Of "A"
Non-FictionEver think nobody can relate to your situation? This is my story, and how i thought this so often that i have resulted to writing this. Truths, thoughts, experiences i have, all laid bare and raw. This is A Diary . THIS IS NOT FICTION.
