just me and myself

i was hanging out at home alone one day when i decided to explore some fantasies i had never really let myself think about before. i found a stash of old teddy bears in the attic and brought them down, arranging them around like i was little again. then i put on an oversized t-shirt and shorts, imagining i was younger, asking for permission to go out or stay home. it felt oddly freeing and intimate with just me, my memories, and the stuffed animals. im proud of how i embraced this side of myself, no shame.