When the world around me is exploding and my shoulders have reached the zenith of their upwards progress in an attempt to compensate for the madness in which I am embroiled, my thoughts run to you.

I take myself to my place of safety, where I am warm and cossetted and loved.

I feel your lips gentle against my hair and let my mind recapture the utter stillness of that haven.

Relaxing my body into the circle of your arm as your palm curves instinctively around my hip...