mum needs her space. she wants big cupboards, vast rooms, huge gardens. i am the opposite. the tallest girl in the family you'd have thought i'd need even more space, but ever since i was a child all i've ever needed is a book and that's all the space i want. curled up into as small a ball as i possibly can, sinking in a sofa or under the table or behind the bathroom door. i like cocoons, caves, cubbyholes. i like arms wrapped around me hiding me from the world, under the duvet. i like dark, cosy places, preferably underground.
unless i'm dancing, then move away cos i need all the space i can take...
Strangely I'm exactly the same.
ReplyDeleteMy 'can't get to sleep so let's force a dream' ritual involves me aboard a low-lit cosy boat in the middle of the ocean. It's wild and stormy and horrible outside, but in the cabin it's warm and cosy and snug. I trace my journey from rowing out to the boat in appalling conditions, then into the warmth and security of the cabin - complete with books and quiet music and mebbe even someone to curl up in the bunk with.
There are variations, but this kindof thing usually has me off to sleep within minutes.
In bed I'm also a clingy kind of person. I like to be snuggled up if possible. Not compatible with those girls who tend to prefer the 'starfish' approach to sleep, sadly.
I still disappear to wardrobes, curl up and cover myself with coats, when the world gets too much to bear and I want to hide from people (occasionally freaking them out with my David Copperfield act). Not that I have had to do it recently. The blessings of living on your own...
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