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.
The Mental Trauma We’re Inflicting On Asylum Seekers Is Entirely Preventable
We might not be able to prevent the trauma that made asylum seekers flee, but it’s in our hands to make sure the trauma stops once they reach our shores.
