already smushed with a calm steady push [CoA 15]

song: island, is – artist: volcano choir

There have been things going on in my head. Literally, physically. A convergence of allergies and a head cold. It’s been, in a word, grody.

But you know what has been the opposite of grody? AWESOME, even? My bed. My bed has been delightful. And I spent oh so much time in it, with its delectable sheets, squishy pillows and topped off with the cozy afghan my dear sweet mama made me. Many days, not bothering to make it, because I was bound to return to it in not so many hours. Leaving the blankets smushed and piled however they wound up when I managed to unsink myself from their most exquisite embrace.

Sometimes you just need a soft place to land as often as that need arises.

[what the "CoA" bit is about]