No one is here.
Just me and the soft blanket and the light through the window.
I press my fingers into the squishy mat. I watch how the shadows move. I spin the little blue toy that clicks. Click-click-click. It’s perfect. I like the rhythm.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing asks.
Nothing pulls me away from myself.
Here, I am not broken.
Here, I am not too much or not enough.
Here, I just am.
And that is enough.
