In my Nursing 110 class, we basically learn about nothing, and it's pretty nice. Today, however, we were given a lecture on stress management. In the later parts of the lecture, the representative from the counseling center demonstrated relaxation techniques. She had us close our eyes and think of a place where we felt safe, like nothing could touch us. She said that it could be home or the beach or anything. I thought over all of my options. I don't really feel safe at home, I never have. I don't really feel safe in much of anywhere. The only thing that came to mind was you, your gentle face, your black curls. I thought about our beach trip together and all of the times we sat and talked on your couch, your head in my lap, my hands in your hair. I saw you making me French onion soup and shrimp fettuccine in your kitchen, the lights down low. I know we've been through a lot in the past couple of weeks, but you are like home to me. You are my safe place, and I don't want you to go. I've never loved someone so much in such a short amount of time...
Monday, September 14, 2009
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