When I need to hide from the world around, I often go to my bed. I've got a lot of other places that I go to, if I'm being really honest, but it's most often my bed.
Well, there are several reasons.
One of them is that it's warm. I can snuggle up and keep out the winter chill. It's also comfortable, and it's right next to my bookshelf, so I've got all my books with me if I need comforting.
So that's a good thing.
I go there when I'm upset and I don't want anyone to know. I also go there when I'm angry with my parents and want to let it all out by beating up my pillows. Sometimes I just go there to cry because I'm tired and worked up and something's not going right.
It's also where I go to write my diary, and when I lie when I dream up new stories.
My bed is a nice place, even if sometimes I do make it wet with tears from crying too much.
That's where I hide from the world.
But I've got other places. Maybe I'll tell you about them, some other time...