squishy

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.