Comfort feels like...

Comfort feels like the warmth of your home. When I ring the doorbell I know I'll be greeted with excited children. Their eager eyes have new stories to tell. Each of them pulling me towards their new toys.

Comfort smells like the wafting smell of your cooking, a dozen different spices intermingling with herbs brewing in a pot. The pot simmers, brimming with love. My stomach gurgles with excitement. I will forever remember the smell of this dish with you, just like you remember this dish by your mum.

Comfort is the peace of my bedroom, the neutral tones of soft sheets. I slide into the warmth of my cloudlike doona. My body relaxes immediately, grateful for the pressure of no longer have to sit or stand up. My head rests gently on my pillow. I reach for your hand under the covers.

Comfort is knowing I can run into your arms when everything around me crumbles. You are my sense of protection when I'm feeling vulnerable. You are my safe space when I'm feeling judged by the world.

Comfort is your dazzling eyes, wandering around the room eagerly scanning for the next adventure. The warmth intensity of your cuddles. The way everything you do is vulnerable, adorable and lights me up with joy.