Cosy (Jackpot January #5)

I don’t have much time tonight. All I have to say is that there’s something strange about going back to work after the holidays.

It’s weird, like being in a foreign country to visit a distant family member. I kept feeling like I’d once known the customs, in a cloudy way, but couldn’t access the knowledge. But it also felt like I’d never left?

It’s hard to explain. When you get back to work, all that free time seems to have melted away and left no trace, as if it never happened.

But then I get back home and it’s so cosy. My bed is so soft. And it’s like leaving home in the morning is worth it just so I can look forward to being cosy again, back under the blankets, where I started.