I tried to slide into "The little box" last night (My term for embracing my inner little traits and going into little space.)
I turned on a movie from childhood.
I had a bowl of coco-puffs.
I had Squidlet watching over me.
I started off strong; really in the space. Feeling pretty good. Halfway through the movie, I just felt heavy and lonely.
It wasn't the same without Daddy being there.
I realized Cherry Blossom doesn't like to be alone, which makes sense. What little likes to be alone?
In the end, I turned off my movie and cried a little. Cuddled Squidlet, slid out of The little box and returned to adulthood.
Today, I'm kind of in my own feelings. Lonely, melancholy, and low. I know I'll pull out of it soon. I just miss my Daddy. I wish he was here.
