Lonely Little Moments

I'm thirty-five and still sometimes wish I could go back to being a kid. Not that I want to relive childhood or anything like that. But there are days when everything feels so heavy, you know? So one night, I put on my old teddy bear, wrapped myself in my favorite blanket from childhood, and pretended to be five again for an hour. It was silly, but it made me feel safe and a little less alone. Nobody else knows about these moments. I'm not sure if they'll ever understand.