When I was a little girl I used to escape from a painful childhood by retreating to my bedroom and cocooning myself inside a nest of pink blankets and pillows. I felt safe in a space that never really was.
Today, I dragged myself into town just to walk around the shops, as I did so I found a lovely, big soft pink blanket on sale. I felt so drawn to it. Now I’m home, I’ve nestled myself in the corner of the sofa where I can hide away from the world. I’ve put the fire on, closed the curtains, stacked pillows all around me and I’m wrapped in the pink blanket. I don’t feel safe and I don’t feel better but I do feel comforted, just slightly. Once again, I’m back to cocooning myself while I try and get through this turmoil that has hit my life.