Sleep for me is hit or miss. The pillow has to have just the right fluff, the comforter not too heavy, but heavy enough and there must be no snoring. A condition for more consistent sleep was discovered recently purely by accident. Each night I snap the ends of a fleecy navy blue travel pillow around my neck. I sleep like a baby; I am unsure that I even move. Perhaps this feigns being supported and cradled by my mother? I miss her so.
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Your titles always catch my eye and spark my curiosity. I am never disappointed by the content that follows. My heart aches a bit with your last line...the way you connect comfort and sound sleep to the safety of your mother's arms. I didn't see it coming and it weighs on my heart, causing me to pause and reflect on the comfort of my mother's presence and the comfort I provide for my daughter. Thank you for sharing this. Hugs to you my friend.
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