(128) Comfort

Comfort is a rather personal thing to share with someone. I'm not only speaking of physical comfort, but the mere idea of what it is one finds comforting; the personal perception of comfort. If I share what comforts me, I'm revealing something that I may not have otherwise. What would someone think of me if I admit that a certain pair of fuzzy slippers has the same effect on me that a tattered and torn security blanket may have on a small child? Or, suppose I said that curling up in front of the television with a cup of cocoa (with the required marshmallows) in one hand and a homemade brownie in the other made me feel as if I were in a safe, warm place like home? Sometimes I wonder what those closest to me would think if I told them that I have a certain something sewn into my pillowcase because I believe it protects me and keeps bad dreams away.

Comfort can be found in many things. Someone might find comfort in a bottle or a needle; others in an intimate act with a stranger. Whatever it may be, I wouldn't ever judge what a person may choose to use in the pursuit of that certain feeling that allows them to press on and face another day.

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