Comfort is the softness of a blanket,
The warmth of a fire,
It's the sound of rain on the roof.
Comfort is warm food on a cold day,
A cozy room when it's rainy outside,
It's sitting on the couch with your favorite book.
Comfort is holding someone you really love,
It's getting a hug from someone you don't know very well but feel like you've known forever.
Comfort is a cup of hot cocoa after you've had a bad day,
It's putting your feet up after running around all day.
Comfort is a safe place,
A place to rest and recharge
A place where you can be yourself
And not have to worry about what others think.
It's a place where you can breathe easy,
And not feel like you're suffocating under the weight of your problems.
About the Creator
Brooke Kallam
I write raw thoughts, quiet horrors, and strange tales that won’t stay silent. Stories should linger—I hope mine do. Occasionally found whispering into the void at Forbidden Dispatch.
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