If only we could choose our coping mechanisms

a girl can dream

This week, while lying in bed not wanting to get up, I realized that until 2022 I have never felt the sheets to be so entrancing, the bed so comfortable, the comforter such a viable cocoon. My body feels leaden when faced with the day. Omicron, the country on the verge of a civil war, climate change. You know the drill. It’s not that my life is bad, far…