When I saw this prompt (I’ve never done a writing prompt online before!), it drew me to a place of protection. Safe people. A spot to hide. I was truly thankful to have a safe person hideout yesterday. Sometimes bad experiences in a day need a hug to help them be bearable. Enfolding arms to hold and hide and shelter. And those safe person hideouts don’t mind tears on their shoulders, either. In a hideout you don’t need to be brave and strong and responsible. You just are. Secure.