A big comfy chair

Some days, all I want is a big comfy chair upholstered in the world’s softest flannel. It forms itself around you, just right, like you’ve crawled up into the safest lap there is.

And when you whisper what needs to be said out loud and heard but not fixed, it knows just how closely to hold you and just how long.

It smells like the food that you crave for comfort, and it speaks the three words your heart needs to hear as you pull away from its embrace. The right ones. Every time.

A big comfy chair. Or one of those kinds of hugs.


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