Cuddle in my fuzzy blanket of insecurities.
It hushes and soothes with polyester strands as soft as a lion’s mane and as tough as armored hide.
Come inside and take a look.
There’s plenty of room for all of us.
And just maybe, the sea crest folds will whisper something exactly what we want to hear. Every word of it.
Hush, and listen.
Hush child. Wait, don’t leave.
Why don’t we stay a littler longer? Have some tea, take a toke, I have it all.
Stay a little more, I’ll make it worth your while. Please.
This little blanket is my placenta, my shield and my burgeoning tumor.
With insatiable desires it took my everything.
So please, stay.
We can share the load. It gets heavy.
After all, it’s always more fun with friends.
Hush now, hush.
Stay and cuddle.