Closet

My mom has a story of when I was little.  I think around 4 years old.  She went in my room and I was missing.  She looked frantically for me.  Then she found me curled up in my closet, sleeping.  I guess I hadn’t been feeling well.

And that is how I am still today when I don’t feel well.  I’d prefer to just go curl up somewhere alone.  I don’t fit in the closet anymore. Dang!

Tonight I am thankful for being able to tuck myself away for awhile tonight.  I’ve taken lots of vitamins today.  I’m hoping to be having some improvement tomorrow!