In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”
A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.
[One again playing catch up so I might do several of these over the next couple days….or not.]
Guess I have to admit to retreating to my bedroom. Not always because I need to escape, mind. It’s a place I go to get things done without anyone interrupting. Not that it works well for that, cuz the door is always open to anyone who walks in or calls from one or the other phone, or both at the same time, which can get busy, or whatever (however) has a mind to need something only I can give, so it’s not actually a place I can go for privacy, but it goes have that warm, back to the womb feeling. I can wrap up in my favorite super soft fleece throw and the “kids” I.E. my seven adorable, demanding, play-with-me little dogs via for a place of prominence next to me, basically pinning me in place until I can convince them to give me breathing room <g>
All in all, it works for me. My own company bores me. I need the interruptions, I guess.