My blanket cocoon
Soft golden light moves up my cheek, the warmth drawing me from sleep. I pull the blanket over my head and will sleep to return. If it won’t, I’ll seek comfort in my blanket-cocoon. The world can’t find me here.
Soft golden light moves up my cheek, the warmth drawing me from sleep. I pull the blanket over my head and will sleep to return. If it won’t, I’ll seek comfort in my blanket-cocoon. The world can’t find me here.