Strangely comforting

There is something strangely comforting about the way I have to sleep.
Laying kinda on my side, one arm about my head under the pillow where I hold a sleeve of a onesie I was once brought as a present.🎁
The other arm is wrapped tightly around a cushion I was once made, my blanket, duvet and necklace griped tightly in my hand drawn up close to my face.
I’ve tried and tried so many time to drift off to sleep in many different ways, sleep never comes.
Though I don’t wish to sleep this way, it’s also strangely comforting.