i can feel your arms wrap around me like a big soft blanket
your smooth fingers graze my head gently
the darkness of your cloak is so soothing as if the colors itself could envelope me
you smell of nothing only a soft scent of something fresh yet old
you whispher sweet nothings in my ear telling me to not let go
my eyes droop into the warmth
tired and exausted
but then i sense the scent of something sweet
my body awakens as something walks nearer
the warmth of a light drives away the comfort of the cloak
i feel bare yet warm
my eyes open again revealing a child who wears a yellow dress
barely reaching above their knees
it smiles at me
such happiness pours into me
i crack a smile
it holds a hand for me to take
i give it a finger its tiny hands grasp around it
pulling me somewhere
we begin to walk my eyes widening
i rip my finger from its grasp
it looks confused but i only shake a head my body trembles
i run back to the cloak
for its arms to devour me again
the familiar warmth kisses me as the process starts over again
the cloak whispers sweet nothings to me
like a mother comforting her child
she says
theres nothing for you but me