Comfortable

What does comfort mean to me?

Curled up on the sofa and watching TV?

Having my favourite people around?

Listening to music, feet tapping the ground?

Watching my cat bound through the door, so happy to see me, after all. His deep guttural purr, calm and content, as he stretches out, with affectionate intent. All fluffy and soft, just waiting for me, to lift him aloft, and give him his tea. But instead, I scoop him into a cuddle tight. A bundle of love, a pure delight.

Having my children call, much to my relief. To let me know that they are home, even if the call is brief. And now I know that they are back, and all are safe and sound, I can sleep in comfort knowing I will see them the next time round.

So, what does comfort mean to me?

Well, all the things I have for free, my pets, my friends, my family.