Paper, hair, fries, ribbon, toes, flames, lashes. Bodies. Curling up whilst awake - under a down duvet and around myself. Ten years ago it might have been around another. Ten years from now it might be too. But right now this feels good.
There is safety and warmth in a curl. The sensation that all the soft bits are protected and what is turned to the outside world is impermeable. Unless of course willed or willing to unfurl and expose.
But that is by choice.
And tonight, I close in on myself leaving decisions for tomorrow.
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