Some days I am a lion. Other days I am a sea witch. More often than not I am a monster who tickle tortures little children.
My favorite thing to be is a chair:
I am a chair
My lap is the seat you curl into
When your sadness becomes too much for your feet to bare
I am a chair
My arms embrace you
When you are seeking refuge
I am a chair
My chest is the backrest you lean into
When you need a rest from all of your struggles
My lap is where you leave your worries
My arms carry all the things too heavy for you to carry alone
My shoulders are where you wipe your tears as you lean into me
I am a chair
For you to find comfort
When you need it most
Today I am chaise lounge for you to soak up the morning rays.
You tell you me about your cousin even though you don't quite understand what that word means. You know that he is the son of your mum's sister, but not the word cousin. You know that you love him and his big brother because they come over all the time to play. These are my favorite conversations.