As I stare  at my research project I clearly am a bit bored so I thought why not enact a stream of conscious writing prompt (literally, watching a minute droplet). This one is dedicated to the safest place I’ve ever felt. So, this might be corny, but the first place I thought of (and subsequently will write this blog about) is my bed.

I must say that the one place that I truly don’t ever want to leave is my bed. It is warm, cozy, safe, and welcoming (not in that way) regardless of size, shape, or amount of sheets and blankets on it.

If you think about it: Where do you go when you are sick? Bed. Where do people always enjoy reading a book? Bed. Snuggling usually happens in bed. The glorious thing called sleep usually happens in bed. It’s one of those places that no matter who the person, there is a loving affiliation with their bed. If it’s big and fluffy or a twin-size and modest, it is still your bed. There is some level of refuge, safety, and comfort in one’s bed.

I guess, I’m one of those people who really loves crawling in bed at the end of the day, it’s one of the little things that I enjoy to come home to. I also usually say “I have a date with my bed” on a Friday night for example. I really do have a randomly amazing relationship with my bed.

Where are your safe places? I thought of a place where I go to to feel safe, but I couldn’t find any outside of my home and home is the basic definition of where one is safest. I’m curious to know what other people think.