It's kind of nice when you get your way on accident.
When you know that you're supposed to be a big kid about something
and you've accepted that you have to deal with it
but then it's like something or someone knows that even though you were going to
you're not ready for it just yet,
and he/she/it gives you a break.

It's like those days of middle/high school when you woke up early, crawled to the bathroom to shower with your eyes just barely open, and just before you stepped in to jolt your body awake your mom knocked on the door and said "school was just cancelled, you can go back to bed." and as you climb back in, your bed has never felt warmer, more comfortable, or safer in your entire life.

safe beds and safe arms.
and I've never been more grateful.