Cocoon of Solitude

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.

Gussy the cat

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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