There’s a squishy feeling, like your fingers
pressed into soft dough,
the way your body sinks
into the warm, endless bed of a blanket.
It’s the soft weight of tiredness,
the one that pulls you down,
not quite heavy, but thick,
like something comfortable
and a little too much.
It’s the gentle squeeze of a hug
that doesn’t let go,
the way air feels when it’s thick
and everything feels safe,
quiet, and just a little too full.
That squishy feeling,
not sharp or clear,
but soft and round,
like being wrapped in
something that doesn't need to end.
Posted in response to the challenge Squishy.
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