Maybe When I'm Dead I'd like...
I realized something that matters only to me and to maybe the few people who will be affected by my new realization. Everybody who knows me probably knows that I absolutely refuse to be buried when I die. It seems so restrictive, even though I believe that my spirit won’t be there anymore anyway, it still seems too restrictive. But then the other day, two days ago, I realized something about me and what makes me comfortable. You see, I like being wrapped in comfort. When I sleep, I want the covers wrapped around me tight. It makes me feel safe. Safe and cozy. When it’s cold outside, I like warm soft fabric touching me always. It makes me feel comforted. In that big bad world out there, at least I know that the only job the fabric next to my skin has, is to make me feel warm, safe and protected. When I am in a social setting, you can find me in a corner or somewhere with my back to the wall, looking out, knowing that I can se