Coziness, in my world, is a feeling earned. I cannot feel cozy until I've drained myself of energy. I cannot curl up by the fire and read a book until I feel content in the things I've accomplished that day. It is a moment I've stolen, a selfish moment made for me and only me, that allows me to bask in the thick comfortable silence that is, lately, rare to come by. Because in my normal hectic life, there are so many moments stolen from me. Pieces of myself are lost in the clutter and anxieties of my daily life. These moments of coziness are when I find those peices of myself again. I feel content, I feel warm, I feel happy. With a book in my lap, my tattered and frayed blanket warming me, and my mind finally quieted, I can breathe for the first time.