Sometimes, I am very envious of my dog. He has a crate that he crawls into whenever he just wants to be alone. He liked his crate much better after I covered it with a blanket. I understand why, it is dark, safe, and keeps him sheltered from the outside world.
The first photo is of him taking a big, long stretch as he emerges from an afternoon nap. For the second photo, I had to lift the blanket back to take the shot. I risked waking him, but I just couldn't resist; that little tongue hanging out of his mouth was soooo... adorable.
Yes, I envy my dog.
I don't know if I ever feel safe anymore. Sometimes I curl up under my desk. Sometimes I curl up in my closet. Sometimes I go into my bathroom, lock the door, and curl up on the floor. The cool tiles feel good against my skin.
But none of that makes me feel safe.
Yes, I wish I had a crate where I could go and feel safe and warm and loved.
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