A token of gratitude (04.01.18)

I am thankful for the feeling of my old black long-sleeve stretchy tee wrapping my cold bare skin up as I put it in, especially when there is a slight chill in the air. Like there was this morning, after my bath and despite having dried my skin thoroughly. It is not just the warmth of this well-known garment, or the sensation of comfort and familiarity it provides me with, but mainly the sense of being safe: I’m fine. I’m at home, and nothing will happen… Not now. Not to me. All the Patricias I am or have ever been, are and will be fine.

That is what my black top says…

And -that- is a beautiful feeling.



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