Mary

Mary was a bright and cheerful 20-year-old girl who lived in a cozy little house on the edge of a friendly town. On the outside, she looked like any other young adult navigating life. She went to college, had a job in a caf and enjoyed spending time with her friends. However, Mary had a peculiar habit that set her apart from others: she slept in a small, soft, and comfortable pink baby crib.


The crib was truly unique. It was small enough to fit into Mary's bedroom, which was painted in soft pastel colors. The crib was made of smooth, polished wood, shaped with soft rounded edges to ensure safety. Its color was a lovely shade of soft pink, giving it an inviting and gentle feel. The mattress inside was plush and covered with a fluffy white quilt that had little yellow stars and moons on it. Surrounding the crib were matching pink curtains that could block out the early morning sun, creating a cozy haven for Mary during her sleep.


Mary's friends often found her choice of bed fascinating. One sunny afternoon, while sitting in their favorite caf Lily, Mary's best friend, finally gathered the courage to ask about it. "Mary, can I ask you something? " she said nervously while sipping her iced tea.


"Of course, Lily! You can ask me anything," Mary replied, her eyes bright with curiosity.


"Why do you sleep in a crib? Isn't it strange for a girl your age? " Lily asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.


Mary chuckled softly, brushing her long brown hair behind her ear. "I know it sounds odd, but it's the most comfortable place for me. I feel safe there, like nothing can hurt me. The crib reminds me of a time when I was carefree and happy. "


Lily nodded, realizing how personal and meaningful the crib was to Mary. "I get that. We all have our little comforts, right? "


As days went by, curiosity spread among their friends. One evening, Mary invited a few of her college friends over for a movie night. Samantha and Jake were excited to join, and Lily was there as well. As they settled in the living room, everyone couldn't help but wonder about the crib.


After some funny movie moments, Jake finally blurted out, "Mary, we have to see the infamous crib! Can we? "


Mary giggled, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness. "Okay! But please be gentle, it's special to me. "


With giggles and laughter, they made their way to Mary's room. The moment they entered, Jake's eyes widened. "Wow, it's even cuter than I imagined! "


The room glowed with soft lights, creating a warm atmosphere. The crib stood proudly in the middle, surrounded by colorful stuffed animals and fairy lights strung around the wall. There was a little mobile hanging above the crib that spun softly, displaying little stars and clouds, gently swaying with a soft breeze from the window.


Samantha peered closer and said, "It really does look cozy, Mary. I can understand why you love it. "


Mary smiled, feeling reassured. "Thank you! I really do love it here. When life gets overwhelming, I snuggle in my crib with a book or just close my eyes and relax, letting my worries float away. "


Lily watched as everyone gathered around the crib, their eyes sparkling with wonder. "It's like your own little world, Mary! " she exclaimed.


One day, after a long week of classes and work, Mary felt particularly stressed. Her mind was crowded with thoughts, and all she wanted was to escape it all. As she sat in her crib, wrapped in her soft quilt, she remembered something her grandmother used to say: "Find your safe space wherever you can, and let your heart rest. "


That evening, she fell into a gentle sleep, curling up among her plush friends. In her dreams, she found herself in a beautiful garden filled with vibrant flowers and butterflies. The air was sweet, and the sun was warm on her skin. She played, laughed, and danced among the flowers, feeling all her worries melt away.


As the dream faded, Mary awoke with a smile on her face. She felt lighter, and she knew it was because of the comfort of her crib. It was her sanctuary, a place where she could shed her burdens and feel free.


Meanwhile, Lily and her friends began to understand more about Mary's special habit. They learned that it was not about the crib itself but what it represented: safety, comfort, and the ability to escape from life's challenges for a little while.


One day during their weekly cafmeet-up, Lily proposed an idea. "How about we all bring something to make your crib even cozier? We can create a little comfort corner for you, a special place just for you! "


Mary's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful! I would love that! "


So, each week, they brought little things: colorful cushions, new soft blankets, and even a small music box that played soothing lullabies. Slowly, Mary's crib turned into a whimsical, comforting oasis filled with warmth and love from her friends.


One night, overwhelmed with emotion, Mary invited everyone to her room for a cozy gathering. The room was filled with laughter, stories, and smiles. As they all gathered around her crib, Mary felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Thank you all for embracing what makes me feel safe. It means the world to me. "


The night turned into a special memory, where they all shared their fears and dreams while lounging in soft cushions and sipping hot cocoa. Mary realized that her odd little habit had brought them all closer together. The crib was not just a bed; it was a place where friendships blossomed, and love thrived.


As the years passed, Mary cherished her special crib and the joy it brought her and her friends. In that small, soft pink space, she found solace, laughter, and true friendship, learning that it's okay to lean on others and embrace what makes you unique. And every night, as she drifted off to sleep, she knew she was safe and loved, just like she always wanted.