My Duvet

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Thursday 20th October 2011

My beloved duvet, the safest place in the world.

My place of peace, tranquility, contemplation, and creativity.

When times get rough in the midnight hour, I dim the lights, slip into my duvet and head straight to the notepad to write whatever it is that’s currently playing the equivalent of a mahooosive anvil on top of my cranium.

Call after call, alarm after alarm, snooze after snooze, I’m wrapped in my duvet, wrapped in a foetal or staring up at the ceiling, clicking my ankles. I dislike being bothered when under my duvet, I detest seeing random names pop up on my phone to talk all manner of triviality so I politely press the silent button hoping that they won’t call until I’m in a frame of mind where I’m not so pensive to accommodate your nonsensical ramblings.

My duvet is my paradise retreat, keeping me warm through the autumn and winter months when the temperature drops.

I don’t even wish I could stay under my duvet until the end of time because I don’t want to forget why I love my duvet so much.

I don’t want to get tired of the one place I can go to get a slice of peace, the one place I go to close my eyes and take off into the unknown.

Time to get up and get out of my duvet and experience the cold, harsh reality of life outside of my cocoon.