You’re not ready for this question.
Not really.
Because once you imagine losing one quiet, ordinary comfort forever, something in you flinches. Maybe you feel defensive. Maybe you feel strangely calm. Either way, your instinct gives you away. Hot showers, coffee, pillows, blankets, car rides, fresh laundry—whichever one you’d erase exposes what you cling to, what you dismiss, and what you can’t admit you ne… Continues…
