I'm wearing a gray, long sleeve shirt.
It's warm and I'm cold.
It's the same shirt I wore for three weeks in December, fighting the most terrible flu.
I like it's tightness around my neck.
It's like a hug.
I like that it covers all of me: from my neck to my waist.
I have been needing to feel safe and secure.
I've been needing to feel contained, as my mind runs all over the place.
This is what I imagine children sometimes need, a safe cocoon to get into.
"The days we feel whole and beautiful are gifts" Hannah Marcotti