My favorite place to sleep.

I feel safe. Inside my cocoon. Because it’s a haven. An escape. A place to block out the rest of the world. For a few hours. Or a day or two. Of course, I could remain secluded. For weeks and months. But I emerge after short stays. Knowing I have to deal with real life. With the world. As it is. Like it or not. I have learned to make the best of it. By retreating to my cocoon. To catch my breath. To rest. To rejuvenate. Essentially, to collect my wits. I’m in my cocoon. At the moment.  It’s my favorite place to sleep. Undisturbed. --Jim Broede