oh misery's mine
When I'm feeling down I retreat to my safe place—the far corner in the bedroom I grew up. It seems tailor-made for me; when I extend my short legs they somehow fit perfectly snug between the nightstand and my closet door. Here I can look out at the backyard from the corner of my window, where bluebirds and robins and cardinals dance. Today it's cold and raining, a rare day the weather actually reflects how I feel inside. I turn up my music until I can feel the rhythm in my chest, which comforts me because it reminds me that I can still feel something inside other than pain. I love how my body fits the tiny space: being surrounded closely on three sides makes me feel protected and the view out the window provides a constant source of distraction. It might be the loneliest place in the world, but it's my place.