Warm,
toasty,
happy in my
cocoon of solitude
where no one bothers me
while I read and snuggle by myself,
wrapped up in blankets
hidden in pillows
engulfed in stuffed animals.
Peace,
safety,
comfort
as I huddle inside my cocoon.
Like a butterfly,
I want to stay here forever
but the warmth from a blanket that came straight from the dryer
fades
and the endless feeling of coziness
evaporates
once someone barges in
and tells me about everything that I'm behind on.
But for now
I can relax
in my cocoon of solitude.
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