Memories return as I crawl into the depths of my blankets. Darkness envelops me, then takes me to a place where a newly born’s laughter places smiles on many faces. They are vague, nearly forgotten, but my desire is achieved. Safety. Love. Shelter. Things taken for granted in the past, but no longer. No longer do I have the smiles. All I have are the memories. And the depths of my blankets.
Illustration by: Lars de Ruyter