When I was little, my mom kept a brightly-colored floral sleeping bag stored under her bed. When we were scared in the night and needed her comforting touch, we would pull out the bag, snuggle inside, and fall back to sleep, clutching her hand draped over the side of the bed. We called it "the nest."
Today, I found my new nest. The small haven where I will create and nurture my education. A heavenly little library chair and ottoman enveloped in silence and light. Little does this chair know how close we will grow together over the next two years.
He needs a name.
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