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