Comfort in confided space
Claustrophilla is apparently a thing. Read books under the blanket with a torch light. It’s not even dark outside. Chill under the bed. On the floor. Under the bed. Play hide and seek. Hide forever. Curl up inside a cardboard box. My home inside my house. Sleep with a pillow over your head. The weight induces sleep. Wrapped myself in bubble wrap. I’m too fragile for this world. Two is a crowd. Party is behind a dark curtain. Crouch on the sofa. Claustrophilla is definitely a thing.