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Remember that feeling of going to sleep on a giant king sized mattress that was older than you, with a giant comforter on top of you, soft socks on your feet, mom's clean smell filling the air as you cuddled up in between both of your parents, underneath a ceiling that you had been staring at since the day you came home from the hospital?

I do. And I would like it back. Just for two hours. Just for ten minutes. Maybe under a different ceiling. Maybe with a different mattress. But same parents. Same socks. Same feeling of complete protection, safety, comfort, everything.

I would like it back.