Dearest Warm Fleece,
Why can’t I keep you out year-round?
I love how I feel in your “loving” embrace.
We look warm, fashioning each other.
Creating sock bunnies together, might be a fun activity.
Apple cider, warm blankets, haunted hayrides, you remind me of chilly weather.
You color my retinas a nice shade of green.
I’d love to encounter the surplus of comfort I do when I see you, neatly hanging on my door more often. Is that ok!? Am I allowed to express my affection and longing for softness to you if I keep it quiet? The tightness I cherish helps me feel optimistic about life, and smile.
I promise, every torn thread and every unlatched hem will be noted. I love to imagine you smiling when you hear me open that closet door. I want your heat all over me! I do! I am learning to breathe through injustice and indoctrination warning me that following my heart will result in a locked up reality.
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