They will be missed

With every small disaster

Sometimes you just have to snuggle, buried deep deep down in your doona and blankets and just stay there for a while.

Take a deep breath and feel the warm tingle around you, fighting off the gnawing teeth of the cold.

Rest your head on a pillow and let the troubles you know so well be silenced for that precious moment.

Think of better things, prettier places, stronger relationships. Relax in your cocoon. Your tight-knit ball of comfort and strength. Your own place.

Surround yourself with music if you like, let the lyrics rage in the air, screaming all the unspoken words that hang there like curtains blocking the sun.

Let that be your own, because no one else has the right to claim it.

Let that be your break from the harsh reality that it pelted at us like bricks.

Let that be your time, when the rest of the world completely stops for just...one...minute...