Refuges

The pure laughter of children

Diving in the pages of a divine book

Dolls that look like the younger versions of my sister and me

The tedious shampooing process, hence choosing to have long hair

The lavender fragrance of said shampoo

Rosemary bushes, as they remind me of my son's mane

Song or prayer

Yoga mat

Cursing closet

Forest

The croaking sound of an invisible frog in my backyard

The taste of an orange

After a disappointing apple

Foreign languages

Physics formulas

The fire in my fireplace that finally took

After three attempts

My sense of self-efficacy

My journaling

My noteboooks... the ones that I fill out, the others that I finally dare to read...

My fantasies

The need to belief that this is not all there is

Your compassion that always feels like an embrace

Our project of the hour

My night's dreams of flying...

My dreams of you at night and day

And my round-the-clock unstealable imagination...