Drawn to the Shore

Drawn to the shore, the moonlight picked out its shape long before her fingers and toes began to sink in the softness of the sand. She curled herself into the fetal position, letting the shell mold itself around her like a second skin.
It was the hug Penny had longed for, now lodged against her back; that embrace she’d never been able to find.

Yes, this was the perfect home for those who wander she decided. It could shield her from storms and shelter her against sadness and sorrow.
Penny spiraled deep down inside the pearlescent cone, wrapping her body into the curve of its warmth, protected from the elements outside. As she lay within, it cradled her, comforted her, folding gently around her like a cocoon.

Inside, it was soft, with walls like satin that brushed against her skin. This shell on her back had taught her that home wasn’t a place but a feeling, a warmth that could be carried anywhere she would choose to roam.

She felt safe now, anchored to the knowledge that this solid construct was grounding in a world that had become too harsh, uncertain & troublesome at times. Even the whispering of the wind was kept to a distant, muffled sound while she slept peacefully inside. As the silvery glow of moonlight cast its gentle light upon her face, she seemed at ease, letting the shell envelope her.

As she slept, the shell circled back over her thoughts that home wasn’t just a place, it was a feeling. A warmth that could be taken anywhere, all that mattered she now knew is what you carried with you and on the inside.