Today is one of those days where you just want to crawl up in a cosy corner with a nice blanket, a cup of tea and a book.
I’ve only just the past month found my cosy corner in my home. After about four years (Long time), the reason for that is because I just stared to feel safe again, and I love it. I love that I can relax so much that I can read again. It is one of the best things I know.
So here I am, in my cosy corner, not reading and not with a cup of tea, but typing because I found out that I love this to, it makes me feel creative and that is part of who I am I think, at least it was but I still think it is.
Now my cosy corner isn’t actually a corner, it is the end of my bed, where I put some pillows and a fluffy blanket.
if I had the room it would probably be an armchair propped in an real corner with a dim light and a small table I think, I don’t really now. Maybe we will find out someday?
But for now what I have is enough.
Who is she?