The triangle…

I miss the triangle. The one made by an arm connecting to a body. Some might call it the armpit, but it is that space above the armpit that provides that perfect resting place for someone else’s head. Waking up too early or the middle of the night. Wanting to crawl into that triangle, that little space filled with an abundance of safety, happiness, protection and love.

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