Naked

Last night after work, I came upstairs, said a brief hello to my family, then went directly into my room where I removed all of my clothing and slid in between my pale pink sheets. I didn’t exactly cut myself off from the world, I just wanted to be naked and covered only by soft cotton sheets. I modestly visited with family members from under my covers. I laughed and shared moments from the day.

From under the smooth cotton pink sheets.

I ate ice cream sandwiches and watched Angel on my laptop, under my smooth cotton pink sheets.

I played a video game on my phone, under my smooth cotton pink sheets.

And this morning when my co-manager told me she couldn’t work today, I woke up, left my sheets, took a long shower, and came down to the office feeling clean, safe, and comforted.

Sometimes even adults just need to be swaddled.

(Let’s talk about my privilege. My husband is the best man ever. He loved me through my need for comfort and swaddling by caring for our dear boy, taking care of dinner, taking care of housekeeping duties, and by making me feel good about myself, instead of guilty for escaping into my smooth cotton pink sheets. He is my heart.)