Safety

I’ll keep you safe he whispers in my ear. I’m telling him how I sleep in the dormer basically, my bed surrounded by firm walls. I sleep like that because I feel enclosed, protected.

He holds me closer, like trying to absorb my spirit, my fear into himself.

I revel in the moment, let myself be held. Try to pay attention to Mongol. Fail. Find myself wrapped up and lost within the sliver between minutes.

I believe him.

Years I’ve waited for someone to hold me and tell me such things.

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