I Will Knit Us a Sanctuary

For the longest time, the space between sheets has been the safest place I could imagine. It is the place where I heard my grandmother whisper a prayer every night before falling asleep, where my sister and I cried over the death of Dumbledore and then over professor Snape after reading the latest Harry Potter book, where I stayed up with my best friends to dawn at our first sleepover. The space between sheets was my safe haven, until it was violated by another.