Saturday, October 16, 2010

My Favorites

Sometimes when I need to be comforted I put on my favorite sweatshirt.

Not sometimes.

All the time.

I put my favorite sweatshirt on.

It's 10 years old.

Its a college sweatshirt. A sorority sweatshirt at that.

Its broken in. It's worn down.

It's everything I need.

It feels like a hug when there is no one around to give me one.

And sometimes there is no where else I would rather be than on my couch, in this sweatshirt with my dogs and cat.

Because the only other person that would fit here can't be.

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