She loved falling onto her down comforter.
There was something magical about it. No matter how high she threw herself, the moment her skin touched it's surface, it felt like she'd float down into the bed. It'd cushion her, envelope her. It smelled soft and light.
It soothed her after the longest and hardest of days.
It made her feel like a little girl again.
I don't know which I like more, the story or the photo. Oh, I do know which I like more - the author!
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