The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading “FREE HUGS!” with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
Leeron—gods. I wanted to crawl straight into that pipe. That hug. That absolute clarity. You gave shape to something I’ve craved more times than I can count—touch that means only what it means. No edge, no ask, just presence. I felt every word. Thank you for that hug.
I don’t know if “I wish I had a living, purring blanket that will hug me and block out the world” is, like, a common fantasy, but it’s one I thought often while living away from my family.
Leeron—gods. I wanted to crawl straight into that pipe. That hug. That absolute clarity. You gave shape to something I’ve craved more times than I can count—touch that means only what it means. No edge, no ask, just presence. I felt every word. Thank you for that hug.
I don’t know if “I wish I had a living, purring blanket that will hug me and block out the world” is, like, a common fantasy, but it’s one I thought often while living away from my family.