I ask myself – what is love? To me, it often feels like being wrapped in a lovely, soft, warm, red blanket. As a child, and still now, my favourite place has always been the bed, among lots of pillows, doonas and blankets. I loved hiding in bed. It’s where I go when I’m sad, angry, lonely. When I felt really bad, or couldn’t sleep, or felt anxious, I would imagine myself inside a big bed of soft clouds, wrapped all up for a good night’s sleep. There used to be an ad on TV like that, for some bedding store.
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