Comfort.
A word that means different things to different people.
To me, comfort and being comfortable is settling in on my bed, wrapped in my blanket, cool air blasting.
Comfort is watching a movie on my laptop in those conditions with no obligations whatsoever, changing positions at my discretion.
Comfort is when I don’t have to get out of that position for hours on end.
Comfort is when I’m in the perfect position, watching the perfect movie, wrapped perfectly in a room at the perfect temperature…with no disturbances.
It’s just perfect.
I call that comfort…
My mom calls it lazy.
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