Fuzziness is security

I love my walls. Not the walls in my apartment, the walls around my little comfort zone.

I have thought recently they might be getting in the way. Nah, probably not. I did put them there for a reason, no matter how distant that reason seems to be now. Regardless, the walls are there and they ain't coming down. My walls are like a fuzzy baby blanket. Sometimes my toes will poke through and the coolness I feel is enough to make me curl right back up under the security of it's fuzziness...