Cocooning

Held

I met up with Phil last night, totally spontaneously. I was at home and child-free. I was drinking wine when I decided to get a taxi and go see him.

When I was a little girl, I used to escape from my 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 to walk around the shops; as I did, I…